MIRABEL POV.
I hurried downstairs, my damp hair sticking slightly to my neck, the soft cotton of my pajamas clinging to my skin. I stepped into the living room to see that Noah was standing tall near the entrance, his hands tucked into his pockets.
Hos blue eyes swept over me the moment I appeared.
“Hey,” I said, offering him a small smile. “You came.”
His lips quirked up. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”
I shook my head. “Just surprised. Where are your brothers?”
His expression shifted slightly, “I came alone.”
I hesitated. “Oh… I mean, that’s fine. I was just—”
“Do you mind?” he asked, cutting me off.
There was something about the way he said it—calm, but pointed. Like he was trying to see how I really felt about it.
I quickly shook my head. “No, of course not.”
He nodded, then cle
