As Noah and I walk back to the car, I know he’s watching me. I can feel it in the way the air shifts. He’s wondering what I’m thinking. And I’m not going to keep him guessing for long.
“Noah,” I say as we reach the car. I turn to face him, a small smile tugging at my lips.
“Let’s stop this.”
He stares at me. His eyes look hollow, like something in him has been carved out. “Stop what?”
“All this avoiding each other. It’s stupid.”
I shrug, keep my tone light even though my chest feels tight. “We live in the same house. And I’m not so clueless that I’d try anything with you. I know where I stand. I know how you feel. I’m not confused anymore. And honestly, this, ” I gesture between us, “, this weird tension isn’t helping anyone.”
He’s still looking at me like I’m speaking a language he
