*Jane*
I find my way back to the Airbnb by myself.
I head straight for a shower, wanting to wash off the sweat and vibes of the afterparty from my skin. It was the first time I felt so … invisible. Usually, I could rely on Noah to always try and make me feel comfortable.
But tonight just seemed like it was all about him.
I get changed into my pajamas, then crash into bed with the book I haven't finished reading yet. I pretend as though I'm taking anything in.
“Baby?" Noah's slurred voice calls out two hours later. I can hear as he barely manages to shut and lock the door behind him, and I'm surprised that he was able to find his way back here at all.
I don't move from my spot on the bed and I don't even bother putting the book I'm reading down. I'm pissed. I'll admit that. I know
