Author's Note: The long awaited Noah's POV is here 😊 hope you guys enjoy it
I feel like a total creep, standing at my bedroom window, watching as a black Audi pulls up in front of the house. Ray climbs out from the passenger side, and I freeze.
She looks the same. Same jeans. Same kind of simple, stylish shirt. Nothing new, except maybe the way I’m seeing her right now.
Peter steps out of the driver’s seat, and they linger there, talking. She’s laughing, hard. The kind of laugh that makes her throw her head back. She never does that with me.
I look away, jaw tense. It’s not irritation, not really. More like surprise. Yeah, I’m just surprised by how easy she’s making this for him. Laughing like that? That kind of laugh gives a guy all the wrong signals. I’m just worried. That’s all.
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