NOAH'S POV
I exhaled loudly as I stepped into my room, every bone in my body aching with exhaustion. Without even bothering to turn on the lights, I tossed my bag somewhere across the floor and collapsed face-first onto my bed.
Moments later, Gavin walked in like he owned the place, which, to be fair, he kinda did—and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached for my sneakers and began slipping them off without a word. His hands moved with care, warm and familiar. Then, as if he could read my mind, he started massaging my feet, slow and gentle.
God, I swear, Gavin is my favorite person for a reason. He always knows what I need before I even ask.
"You look worn out, Pookie," he murmured, his voice soft.
I gave a tired nod, shifting slightly to lie on my side. Then I turned fully and rested
