Chapter 4What He's Really Thinking

I sat frozen, trying to process what had just happened, until Mia, fresh from another round of the game, nudged me.

“What’s up? Cat got your tongue, or are you just blissed out?”

“Did you…” I started, choosing my words carefully. “Did you hear Noah say anything just now?”

“Noah?” Mia frowned, glancing over to the corner. “He hasn’t said a word since… you know.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Chloe, are you drunk?”

She patted my head like I was a child. “Just chill here for a bit, okay honey?”

And with that, she was dragged back into the game, leaving me to drown in my own confusion.

Was I really just hearing things? It felt so real.

My thoughts were interrupted by a new wave of cheering.

“Alright, make way, make way! Evans is getting in on the action!”

I watched as one of the guys scooted over, creating a space on the couch.

Right next to me.

Noah got up from his corner seat and, with that same infuriatingly calm expression, sat down in the empty spot.

My heart skipped. His last thought, the one I’d supposedly imagined, came rushing back.

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