Noah’s POVFor a few seconds, time feels like it has slowed down.I realize my hand is still braced against the shelf, my body half shielding her. The distance between us is only a few inches.“I’m okay,” she finally says softly.I nod, but I don’t step back immediately. At that moment, all those ridiculous plans about making her jealous suddenly feel completely meaningless. I don’t care who was sitting next to me in the car. I don’t care who saw us earlier.The only thing that matters is that she’s okay.Jessica rushes over with a panicked expression. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that.”I finally step back, giving Rachel some space.“It’s fine,” I say shortly.But my eyes remain fixed on Rachel. I might be able to pretend to be close to anyone, but when something happens to Rachel, my body always moves first. No planning. No strategy.Just because I care.My heartbeat still hasn’t fully settled after the bookshelf incide
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