Leighton spent the afternoon in her room, applying to more jobs and trying not to replay Noah's text message over and over in her head.*They're idiots.*Two words shouldn't matter this much.Around five, her stomach reminded her she'd only eaten toast all day. She ventured downstairs, hoping to grab something quick and escape back to her room before anyone noticed.The kitchen was occupied.Noah stood at the island, going through a stack of papers. He'd showered since this morning. His hair was still damp, pushed back from his face. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans, barefoot again. She was starting to think he never wore shoes in the house.He looked up when she entered. "Hey.""Hi." She moved toward the fridge, trying to act casual. Like this morning hadn't happened. Like she hadn't been caught watching him work out like some kind of stalker."We need to talk."She froze, her hand on the fridge door. "About what?""Ground rules.""Oh." She turned to face him. "Okay."He set down th
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