Irina
My heart did a dangerous flip in my chest, skipping a beat in terror as my hand instinctively landed on the one around my neck. I touched the ring he wore on his index finger, tensing up as he kissed my cheek.
His grip loosened, and I turned my head to meet Noah’s blue eyes, which looked back at me with one raised eyebrow.
I knelt on the booth seat, separated from him by the backrest, but that didn’t stop me from giving him a shove. “Are you crazy? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I shouted at him, and he laughed.
“You looked so lost in thought over there all by yourself—I couldn’t resist,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
I huffed, turning back around and crossing my arms. He walked around and sat next to me, just as a waitress set a glass filled with an amber liquid
