LOGIN“Lilly?” he asks, eyeing me suspiciously.I bite my lips. “Uh, no… A friend.”I can see it in his eyes. He wants to ask something. Wants to dig more about who ‘The friend’ is, but he doesn’t. He just stays quiet and turns to watch the twins.Immediately his posture relaxes, and he looks at peace. Th
We continue in that same tension and I hate it. Hate that it seems I can never relax around Noah.There was once upon a time when I could. Where I felt so comfortable, so seen, and so taken care of that for a moment I thought things would work out for us. I thought that finally things were falling i
Before I can react, a warm hand lands at the small of my back. “Watch it,” Noah mutters, his voice low and edged with quiet warning as he pulls me half a step closer, away from the crowd. The contact is barely a second. A single point of heat. But my breath stutters. He doesn’t even look at me, j
We leave the house after what feels like an entire emotional marathon, even though it is barely past mid-morning. My chest is still tight, my mind still buzzing, but the twins don’t seem to notice the tension humming between their father and me. They chatter nonstop as we walk toward the car. “Lio
We reach the kitchen and instant I regret every decision that led me to this point, because Noah is there cooking… Again.He’s at the stove in a T-shirt, forearms flexing as he flips something in a pan. He glances up when he hears us, and his gaze lands on me. Something flickers in his eyes, someth
A flutter goes through me when I read his message, and damn, the fact that Adrian checked up on me just an hour after I got home tells me everything I need to know.I start typing a reply, but I don’t send it. My thumb hovers over the screen as I stare at the words.What am I even supposed to say?







