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
Hannah “How did you know when you needed to start making a change?” The room was quiet as the journalist, Emily, and I sat across from each other, the only sounds that of the grandfather clock ticking against the wall and the birds chirping outside. A soft breeze blew through the cracked window—
Hannah “Can I take you out to dinner tonight? Just you and me?” I blinked incredulously at Noah for a long time in the wake of his request, trying to figure out whether he was being serious, messing with me, or if he had something else up his sleeve just like that last party that he invited me t
Hannah Noah stepped forward and placed the necktie over my eyes. I held it in place with one hand while he tied it in the back, the cool flesh of his fingers brushing against the nape of my neck as he did so. “Thanks for complying with me,” he said once he had finished tying it. I heard his foot
I didn’t know what to say. The offer was quite possibly the sweetest thing I had heard come out of Noah’s mouth in a long time; and in fact, I could already feel the first prickling of tears behind my eyes. But this was no time for crying—we had food to test. Over the next couple of hours, Noah
Noah & Hannah Noah’s POV Noah burst out of the restaurant and into the cool night air, his gasps of breath mingling with the sound of his shoes on the pavement and the screech of the cab’s tires. There, up ahead, was Hannah—already in the back of a taxi that was pulling away from the curb at b