As the weight of my words settled on my conscience, I couldn't help but feel the pang of guilt and remorse that gnawed at me.
I couldn’t believe that I had just referred to Noah as s**t. Now, not because he wasn’t that-Oh, heck he was a bunch of s**t and worse.
It was just that I knew that she liked the i***t, and referring to him like that was like insulting her, like emphasizing that she was dating a s**t, that she was a s**t for trying to date or catch the attention of a s**t.
Noami’s reaction of a jaw slackening and a teeth grinding to my announcement about dating Noah had been clear; I had hurt her deeply. I shouldn’t have said that.
I gulped in nothing, my eyes stretching to Diana who was now beside her mother, her eyes blinking rapidly at me. Why? I was not sure. I had no time
