Noah Noah couldn’t stop himself from practically vibrating with rage as he watched Hannah and Drake laughing together, clinking their glasses and making plans to be ‘dinner buddies’. Goddess, it made Noah sick. And what made it even worse was the way that Drake looked at her; the way his eyes cr
Hannah I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Squinting against the bright morning sunlight streaming through the window, I snatched it up and saw a text from Drake on the screen. “Are you ready?” A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I typed out a quick repl
Hannah I glared daggers at Noah as I yanked him closer, my fingers still twisted in the fabric of his shirt. His eyes widened in surprise, but I didn’t care—he had just been caught red-handed, watching us like some kind of detective on a case. “What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, twisti
“Are you alright?” he murmured. I swallowed hard, forcing a tight smile as I nodded. “I’m fine,” I lied. In truth, I felt anything but fine. Every step along the boardwalk was agony, Zoe’s incessant chatter grating on my ears as she talked all about how kind and caring Noah had been in the wake
Hannah I watched with disgust as Noah stepped up to the platform and slapped his money down on the counter of the game stand. “How much to win that stuffed dolphin up there?” he asked, pointing up at the toy. The bored-looking teenager running the stand simply shrugged, not even following Noah
Hannah I tightened my grip on Noah’s arm, my nails digging ever so slightly into his flesh as I yanked him back toward me. He stumbled slightly, an irritated frown creasing his brow as he turned to face me. “What the hell is your problem?” he snapped, trying to shrug his arm out of my grasp. W
Finally, I waved my hand and said, “You’ve done shit-all to help with my recovery.” Noah’s eyes narrowed and he pulled back a bit. “What’s really your problem, Hannah?” he asked, momentarily raising his tone but then quickly clearing his throat and lowering his voice so that we wouldn’t be overhea
Hannah As Zoe thrust the hot pink unicorn into my hands, my mouth fell open. I didn’t know what to say or do—all I could manage was to just stand there, blinking owlishly at her, and wonder whether I was imagining it or not. “Hannah,” Noah suddenly said, nudging me with his elbow, “that was nice
“Almost done…” she murmured, leaning in with a touch of gloss for my lips. I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious she looked, as if I were some delicate art piece she was trying to perfect. Finally, she stepped back with a smile. “There. Now, the dress.” Amber was already at my side, helping m
Hannah The next morning, I woke with a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked up at the ceiling, letting that first realization sink in. It was the day of our wedding. In le
Hannah Mornings had gotten louder since Melody learned to walk. And she wasn’t just walking—she was trying to run, arms flapping and her chubby legs barely holding her up as she went. This morning, she seemed to be hell bent on dashing down the hallway as Noah tried to brush his teeth and I hunted
I laughed, hoping it sounded more natural than I felt. “Hey, I can spoil you once in a while if I want. Just because it’s a Thursday doesn’t mean I can’t surprise you.” We chatted about our day as we ate, filling each other in on all the usual things. But every so often, his eyes would flicker to
Hannah My hands shook a little as I straightened the delicate flower crown over Melody’s soft hair, adjusting it so the petals framed her tiny face just right. She blinked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, slapping her hands contentedly on the top of her high chair. I smiled as I ran my f
Hannah By the time we stepped out of the ring, it felt as if my entire body was on fire. Every muscle seemed to be taut, every heartbeat one thump away from shifting. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run circles around the building or maybe tear up the walls like a caged animal. What was wrong wit
Hannah For what felt like the hundredth time that morning, I sidestepped Drake’s punch with ease, narrowly dodging his hook. Training with him had become an obsession of mine lately. He’d pushed me in ways I hadn’t expected, helping me learn how to use my speed and endurance instead of relying on
Noah pushed himself harder, letting out a playful howl as he gained on her, the hunt pulsing through his veins like a drug. She glanced back, her ears twitching, and he saw her eyes flash with excitement before she put on an extra burst of speed. It became a game of cat and mouse, each of them pus
Noah For the millionth time that morning, Noah’s gaze drifted from the stack of papers on his desk to the stretch of forest that was visible through the office window. The afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting that familiar, deep green hue over the landscape. Just seeing the expans