I woke to the soft hum of Blackwood Tower settling into morning. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting streaks of gold across the polished marble. The apartment felt quieter than usual. No city sirens, like I was used to when living with my momNoah was already awake, standing by the window, his gray eyes fixed on the skyline. He hadn’t noticed me yet. I wondered if it had to do with yesterday’s confrontation and the moment we had. Not that it was really a moment tho, the Evelyn issue. “Morning,” I said cautiously, crossing the room in my slippers.He turned, giving me a small nod, no smile. That alone was enough to make my stomach flutter. I poured myself a coffee, fumbling with the mug, and tried to ignore the lingering heat in my cheeks.“You’re quiet,” he observed, his voice low, controlled, familiar yet unreadable.“I’m thinking,” I muttered, though I didn’t elaborate.I was thinking about how stuuupid I was to open up to Noah. I'm not even supposed to l
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