8
Ava’s POV
Ethan’s chair scraped against the floor as he stood, his jaw tight, eyes locked onto Noah like he was ready to throw a punch.
“What the hell is going on?” His voice was sharp.
Noah didn’t even flinch. Instead, he leaned against the counter like he hadn’t just blown our cover. Like he hadn’t just ruined everything.
“You already know,” Noah said, his tone infuriatingly calm. “So let’s skip the theatrics.”
Ethan’s eyes flicked to me, his face twisting in betrayal. “Ava—tell me he’s joking. Tell me you haven’t been sneaking around with my best friend.”
My stomach clenched, but there was no denying it now.
“I—” I hesitated, but Noah cut in, his voice firm.
“I love her.”
The words slammed into me, knocking the air from my lungs. My eyes shot to Noah’s, but he wasn’t lookin
