Chapter - 2 The Game Begins.
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Noah stared at his phone, thumb resting against the screen as Gia’s last message lingered in his mind.
Gia: You don’t even know me.
Noah: Not yet.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Not yet, indeed.
Noah wasn’t like the other guys on that app. He didn’t chase. He didn’t beg. And he sure as hell didn’t stay up past 3 a.m. talking to strangers. But something about her—Gia—had pulled him in.
It wasn’t her profile photo, though she was undeniably pretty, in that quiet, soft-focus kind of way. It was her restraint. The hesitation in her responses. The way she tried to sound disinterested, even though he could tell—she was hooked. Just a little.
She was shy, maybe even guarded, but she didn’t pretend. She didn’t oversell herself like most girls on the app. And she had no clue how intriguing that made her.
He scrolled back to her profile for the third time. There were no filters, no poses. Just a soft candid shot of her laughing at something off-camera, a simple bio, and a quote he hadn’t quite forgotten since reading it.
“Sometimes, the people who make us feel the safest are the ones we should run from.”
Clever girl.
He tossed his phone on the desk and ran a hand through his hair. Gia had no idea who he really was. Most people didn’t. They saw charm, wit, maybe a hint of arrogance. What they didn’t see was how precisely Noah calculated everything. Every word. Every move.
He didn’t trust easily—and he certainly didn’t fall.
But tonight… something felt different.
She was cautious. Honest. Like she hadn’t built walls to keep people out, but to keep herself in. He could read it in her pauses, in the way she pushed back at his teasing while secretly enjoying it.
Their chat had started like all the others. He’d teased her for not messaging first. She fired back with sarcasm, a little too polite to be mean but bold enough to catch his attention. It was like fencing with words—each of them testing the other’s rhythm.
And then, somewhere around 2:45 a.m., the conversation changed.
They’d moved from flirty texts to confessions. She told him she played mobile games obsessively when stressed
He loved that she wasn’t trying to impress him. She was talkative, yes—sometimes switching topics three times in the same message—but she was funny. In the way people are when they don’t even try to be.
And more than that, he realized something strange: he liked listening to her.
Noah didn’t usually like people who talked too much. But Gia made rambling sound like music. There was warmth in her voice, even through text. A kind of openness he’d never admit he craved.
She made fun of herself so easily. She joked about her “embarrassing playlists,” her obsession with chai over coffee, and how she’d once tripped over her own feet in front of her crush in school and pretended to faint to save face.
Noah laughed more in one hour than he had in months.
Still, there was a part of him watching himself from the outside, like a second version of him—one that didn’t trust how fast this was happening. The flirty banter, the late-night timing, the way Gia had slipped past his usual defenses.
He didn’t know her. Not really.
But that didn’t stop the feeling forming low in his chest, the one that whispered she’s different.
Noah: Still awake? Or did I put you to sleep with all that charm?
He sent the message and waited. Her reply came quickly.
Gia: You wish 😏
Noah: You talk a lot.
Gia: You listen a lot. Perfect balance, don’t you think?
Noah: Or maybe you just like hearing yourself talk.
Gia: And maybe you like hearing me talk.
He stared at that last message, eyes narrowing slightly. She was right. Damn, she was right.
Noah: It’s 3:30 a.m. and I’m still here, aren’t I?
Gia: Why are you still here?
He hesitated.
What was he supposed to say? That he liked her voice in his head more than the silence in his room? That she made him feel something that wasn’t calculated or controlled?
No. Too soon.
Noah: Curiosity.
Gia: About?
Noah: You.
Another pause. And then—
Gia: I’m not that interesting.
Noah: See, now that just makes me more curious.
He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the time again. 3:43 a.m. He should sleep. He had things to do tomorrow. But all of it felt distant now.
He didn’t know where this was going. And that thrilled him more than it scared him.
Noah had always lived by logic. He planned. He analyzed. He rarely let anyone in.
But Gia was becoming the exception.
One night. One swipe. And now, she was under his skin.
He wasn’t sure whether he should be intrigued… or terrified.
But either way—he was in.
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