Casey's POV
Noah wasn't kidding. He was typing something on his phone, about to send that video. No. I couldn't let that happen. I looked at him, standing tall in his usual denim jacket. For some reason, the slightly messy combo of his jacket and jeans just worked for him. His masculine scent hit my nose, bringing back memories of last night's dream. I was lost in thought, staring at Noah's lips, which were red but a little pale. He probably smokes a lot, so they weren't bright anymore.
"Alright, alright. Don't send that video!" I finally gave in. I didn't want to be the center of attention on campus. I just wanted a peaceful life, free from drama.
"Just delete the video," I told him.
Noah smiled, that smug smile that showed he loved teasing me. He leaned down, bringing his ear close t
