Chapter 3What He's Really Thinking

After a few minutes, when my pulse had returned to something resembling normal, I realized the spot beside me was empty. Noah had moved. He was now sitting at the far end of the sectional, alone.

I watched him, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach.

Why did he move so far away?

He looks… annoyed.

What’s he thinking?

He regrets it!

I ruined his night!

He hates me!

My mind spiraled. I was debating whether I should go over and apologize when a familiar voice echoed in my ear.

She kissed me.

What?

That was Noah’s voice. I scanned the room, but he was still in the corner, perfectly still. He hadn’t moved his lips.

Did I imagine that?

I stared at him, my brow furrowed in confusion.

A second later, the voice came again, clearer this time.

Her lips are so soft.

Noah blinked, a slow, deliberate motion.

I need to figure out a way to make her kiss me again.

What. The. Hell?