Noah’s POV:
This wasn’t how I envisioned this to be, but here I was, lying on the couch, trying to dial the same number for the past three days, and there was no answer, absolutely no way to reach her.
Was it so bad that I wanted her close? Did I want her in my arms like any other man would want his woman?
A laugh escaped me, sounding so bitter I couldn’t even believe it was mine. Here I was, sitting on the couch, trying to watch TV because I couldn’t go to practice because I decided to save a woman who doesn’t seem to like the idea that we’re different ages.
She thought I didn’t know.
It had always been written all over her face. She still thinks about her ex-husband, and she still doubts our love could hold strong when faced in public, but still I never pulled back. I still craved h
