Noah's POV
“Hey, hey, hey.” I reached for Casey’s hand. It was a little difficult, but I got it. “Don't cry, please, please. I'm fine. This is nothing. I go through this kind of thing all the time.”
I was taken aback, not knowing what to do seeing Casey cry. I mean, why? I'm nobody. Why should she cry for me? Her crying didn't stop even though I asked her to. I couldn't take it. I was used to hearing a woman cry. I pulled Casey closer to me. I hugged her. I let her head rest on my chest. She was still sobbing. Her arms wrapped around my stomach, making me feel awkward. This was weird. I was so used to touching women, but not this kind of touch. The kind I was used to had passion and lust for s*x.
“I got you hurt,” Casey said, looking up at me. Her cheeks were wet. Her eyes were full of
