Lying in bed that night, I stared at my phone, my fingers hovering over the screen. I shouldn’t have been doing this. I didn’t even know why I cared.But the image of Noah’s exhaustion lingered in my mind—the quiet weight in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders, the way he barely reacted when I handed him that coffee earlier.Before I could second-guess myself, I typed out the message.Are you okay?I hit send and immediately regretted it.Seconds passed. Then minutes.Nothing.I exhaled sharply, tossing my phone onto the bed beside me. Maybe he wouldn’t reply. Maybe he was asleep. Or maybe he just didn’t care.I rolled onto my side, trying to push the thought of him away, but my mind refused to settle.And then, just as my eyes were drifting shut—Buzz.My breath caught as I grabbed my phone, my heart pounding for reasons I refused to acknowledge.I hadn’t expected a response.But he answered.Noah: No.A simple word. Just two letters. Yet, something about it made my chest tighten.
Elena walked away, and suddenly, the cafeteria noise surged back into my ears—a chaotic blend of chatter, laughter, and clattering trays. I hadn’t even noticed it had faded when she was here.My gaze followed her across the room. Cameron’s arm was already slung over her shoulders like he owned her. Asshole. He shot me a look—possessive, smug, a silent warning.I took a sip of the drink she’d brought me, the sweetness sticking to my tongue, but it didn’t cut through the bitterness in my mouth. Stupid move, Elena.Bringing me a drink in front of the whole school? In front of her boyfriend?A mistake. A reckless, impulsive mistake.And yet, my fingers tingled where hers had brushed mine.I’d imagined that touch too many times. Too damn many. I missed the softness of her skin, the heat of her body pressed against mine. I missed the way she shivered under my hands, the way her lips parted when I—Stop."Idiot," I muttered under my breath."Talking to yourself again, Noah?"Liam dropped int
My brain was still short-circuiting from her lips, from the way she was way too close, from the fact that she smelled like vanilla and something dangerously addictive.I cleared my throat, trying to regain some sort of sanity."Elena," I started, but my voice cracked like a damn idiot. Great. Real smooth.She grinned like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Spoiler: she did."What?" she asked innocently, tilting her head, her fingers still playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.I narrowed my eyes. "You can’t just… ambush me in the library and—" I gestured between us, still trying to breathe normally.She smirked. "Why not?""Because—" I hesitated. Shit. Good question.Because I was supposed to be staying away. Because she was engaged. Because her boyfriend could literally end me.But instead of saying any of that, I just exhaled. "Because I wasn’t prepared for that."Her smirk softened into something smugger—if that was even possible. "Good."I blinked. "Good?"She stepp
The fluorescent lights of Blackwood Academy buzzed with a frantic intensity, a jittery hum that matched the absolute chaos inside me.I kept my distance from Noah. It was deliberate, painful, and a complete failure because my eyes kept betraying me. Noah was a gravitational force, and I was some weak celestial object being yanked into his orbit, no matter how hard I fought it.Across the crowded cafeteria, beyond the endless chatter of teenagers and the questionable-looking pizza, I caught glimpses of him. His dark, unruly hair, the way he leaned back in his chair, laughing at something Liam said. His smile—ugh, his stupid, unfair, heart-wrecking smile. It wasn’t my fault I kept looking. My eyes had their own agenda.Kissing him yesterday after three painfully long weeks had been like taking a sip of forbidden nectar. No, scratch that—it was like rewarding myself with an entire chocolate cake after dieting for months. And then what had I done? Told him we couldn’t do it again. Idiot.
The air between us was thick with something unspoken, something electric. My heart pounded as Noah took a step closer, his hand hesitating midair before brushing against my damp cheek. His touch was feather light, but it sent a jolt through me nonetheless.His dark eyes burned into mine, intense and searching.“Elena,” he whispered.And then, he kissed me.It started slow, hesitant, like he was testing the waters. His lips barely brushed against mine, soft and cautious. My brain screamed at me to stop—to think, to remember why this was a bad idea—but my body had other plans. Before I knew it, I was kissing him back, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.The kiss deepened, turning urgent. His hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer until there was nothing between us but heat and the scent of rain. The cold, the dampness, the fact that we were still standing outside the school—it all faded into irrelevance. There was only
The Bentley rolled to a stop in front of my house, its glossy black finish practically shimmering in the late afternoon sun. I swear, Cameron could make even a car look like it was designed for royalty—if royalty was obsessed with appearances and deeply in love with his own reflection.I pasted on my best “I’m-so-happy-to-see-you” smile, the one I used when I had to pretend everything was fine. Walking toward the car, I made a big show of admiring the roses climbing up the stone pillars by our gate. I didn’t actually care about the roses, but they looked good for show. Like everything else in my life.Cameron was perched on the hood of the Bentley, looking like he was the king of the world. His dark eyes narrowed against the sun, and for a moment, I almost forgot how much I couldn’t stand how predictable he was. Perfect suit. Perfectly styled hair. The guy could probably make a paper bag look like high fashion. And me? Well, I was just stuck here with him, the guy I was supposed to m
One breath in. Two breaths out. Okay, Elena, time to compartmentalize. Because if I actually felt all the feels right now, I’d probably spontaneously combust.That was it. Done. Finito. End of the line. My relationship with Cameron was officially sunk, and I was standing at the edge of an emotional cliff, one misstep away from plunging into a full-on meltdown.So, obviously, I did what any reasonable person would do: I walked to class like everything was fine.My feet felt like lead as I trudged toward English, the brick behemoth of boredom and alliteration.But honestly, the thought of dissecting Shakespeare’s misery felt mildly better than dissecting the flaming wreckage of my almost-relationship with Cameron. I slid into my seat just as the late bell rang, the sound of it practically smacking me in the face.Mrs. Davison, bless her heart, didn’t even bother with the raised eyebrow. She was probably so used to me walking in late at this point.I sat down, zoning out as she rambled o
The tension in the room crackled like static, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I stepped even closer to Noah. His presence was overwhelming, but in the best way possible, like a magnet pulling me toward him. The air between us felt thick, heavy with anticipation, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the world outside that room ceased to exist.Noah’s hand reached out hesitantly, like he wasn’t sure if I would let him touch me. His fingers grazed my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.“Are you sure?” His voice was rough, barely above a whisper, but the sincerity in it made me freeze. He wasn’t just asking if I was sure about the kiss but about the entire mess we were tangled in. About Tiffany, about my feelings for him, and maybe even about his own feelings for me.I swallowed hard, every word that had been stuck in my throat for so long finally fighting to come out. I wanted to tell him that I was sure—that I wasn’t confused about how I felt anymore. But
Six months later...The wind in North Dakota had a bite to it, but the sky stretched wide and endless, like a soft blue promise.The air smelled fresh, a little wild—like new beginnings.I stood by the window of our small off-campus apartment, cradling a chipped mug of hot cocoa between my hands.The windows fogged slightly from the warmth, and outside, the trees shivered, shaking loose the last stubborn golden leaves.Behind me, I heard Noah moving around—the heavy thud of books hitting the floor, the low, sleepy curses as he dug through his bag.It made me smile.“Your Psych book’s on the table,” I called out without turning.There was a beat of silence. Then the familiar sound of his bare feet padding closer.The next thing I knew, his arms were sliding around my waist, pulling me back against him.“You’re magic, you know that?” he murmured into the curve of my neck, his voice low and rough from sleep.I laughed softly, leaning into him, feeling the solid weight of his chest agains
Cameron’s presence hit me like a slap.For one terrible second, I couldn’t breathe.The blood roared in my ears, drowning out everything else.Then I was on my feet before I even knew it, my chair screeching loudly across the marble floor.“What the hell, Mom?!” I shouted, my voice sharp and broken at the same time.The room went deathly still.Noah reached for me quickly, his hand brushing my wrist, his voice low and urgent.“Elena... don’t. Calm down.”But I couldn’t.I shook him off hard, blinking against the hot sting behind my eyes. My chest heaved as I looked at my mother.She just sat there, unbothered, like the commotion in front of her was nothing more than a breeze.I pointed a trembling finger at her, my anger spilling out faster than I could control.“You planned this,” I hissed, my voice breaking. “You had an agenda when you invited us. You set us up.”A sick, bitter laugh threatened to climb up my throat, but I swallowed it back.My mother didn’t flinch.Didn’t blink.Di
I paced the room while Noah tried on the last suit. My feet moved without meaning, a slow circle around the scattered ties and open boxes.He stood near the mirror, tugging gently at the dark jacket, adjusting the collar like it was choking him.He looked… perfect.Sharp suit. Fresh haircut. Clean lines. My heart ached just looking at him.But his eyes—those told a different story.Nervous. Stiff. Scared.“You okay?” I asked gently.He gave a short nod, jaw tight.I stepped closer, folding my arms. “It’s just dinner.”He looked at me in the mirror. “It’s dinner with your mother.”His voice was flat, but not cold. Just tired. Like he was already carrying too much and this was one more weight on his back.I didn’t blame him.“She’s not going to bite,” I offered, trying to lighten the mood.He raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”A laugh slipped from me before I could stop it. Then I moved behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my cheek against his back.“She doesn’t
Noah froze the moment the words left my mouth.“My mother wants to meet you.” I said again.His mouth dropped open, his eyes wide like I’d just told him I was pregnant with triplets or something. He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just stood there, blinking like someone had knocked the air out of him.I couldn’t help it—I nearly laughed. The look on his face was priceless.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” I said, smiling gently.He blinked again, his brows pulling tight. “I just… why now?”His voice was quiet, like he wasn’t even talking to me, more like he was trying to solve a puzzle out loud.I could see it—the way his mind was spinning, trying to make sense of it. His fingers twitched at his sides like he wanted to run them through his hair. His lips moved like he was still calculating something he couldn’t quite figure out.I stepped closer, my bare feet soft against the floor, and cupped his face in my hands. His skin was warm. Familiar. Mine.“It’s just dinner,” I whispered.The
I woke up to the chill of an empty bed.Noah was gone.The pillow beside me was cold, like he’d been up for hours.My chest felt heavy. A slow ache started to bloom there, right behind my ribs. I stretched beneath the blanket, trying to shake it off. But it didn’t help. I knew exactly why I felt like this.I had to tell him.About my mother. About the invitation to dinner. The one that had been sitting in my phone like a bomb I was too afraid to open.But I didn’t know how to say it. It felt… wrong. Strange. Like pulling him into a world he’d finally escaped. And yet, it mattered. Maybe not to him, but to me. Because things were starting to feel real between us, and if we were going to survive this—us—then I had to be honest.I sighed and pushed the covers off me. The floor was cold beneath my feet, the silence in the room louder than it should’ve been.I pulled on one of Noah’s sweatshirts hanging on the chair. It still smelled like him—woodsy and clean, like pine after rain.I padde
I woke before the sun.The sky outside was still dark, painted in shades of grey and blue. The kind of quiet only early morning knew.Elena was curled up beside me, her hand resting lightly on my chest, her breath warm against my shoulder. Her face was soft in sleep. Peaceful. Safe.For a moment, I didn’t move. Just watched her. I let myself feel the weight of her trust—how far we’d come, how close I’d almost lost her.But something inside me twisted. A heavy knot I couldn’t shake.Like I’d left something undone. Something important.I needed to close that door before I could fully stand in the one she had opened for me.I moved slowly, careful not to wake her. I slid out from beneath the blanket, freshened up, and got ready to leave.On a piece of scrap paper, I scribbled:Be back soon. Needed to close a door.I folded it and left it by her phone.I stood there for a moment, staring down at her sleeping form. My heart tugged, wanting to stay. Wanting to forget the past and just live
Noah sat quietly beside me, one arm resting on the window, the other curled around the bag of cookies on his lap. He'd eaten three already. I teased him about it earlier, and he just smirked like he always did and said, “Fuel.”I laughed. Really laughed. The kind that shook the quiet from my chest.But it didn’t last.My phone buzzed on my lap, and the screen lit up with one word that made my stomach twist.Mom.My laughter faded.The car didn’t feel so warm anymore.I stared at the screen until it stopped ringing, the silence that followed pressing heavy against my chest. I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just… froze.Noah didn’t say anything right away. He didn’t need to.He glanced at me—just once—and then kept his eyes on the road. Like he understood that whatever this was, it hurt.“I’m not ready to talk,” I said softly, the words barely making it past my lips.Noah reached over and placed his hand on mine.It was that kind of touch that didn’t demand anything. No questions. No pushin
The moment I stepped into the building, I knew I was in the right place.It smelled like fresh paint and old wood, like something new beginning inside something timeless. There was the faint scent of books too—paper and ink and glue—all of it weaving into the kind of comfort I didn’t expect to find.The walls were covered in past student projects. Sketches framed in gold, mood boards pinned with care, and models of rooms and houses displayed with pride. Like someone had once stood where I was standing and felt proud of what they made.For the first time in a long while, my chest didn’t feel tight. My fingers didn’t shake. My breath didn’t catch.I felt like I belonged here.I took another step forward.The registration desk sat just ahead, where a few students were already gathered. Their voices hummed low, full of curiosity and nerves. I walked up slowly, unsure, but trying not to look like it.A girl turned toward me. She had dark curls and soft eyes and offered a small, kind smile.
3 WEEKS LATERI woke slowly, the soft morning light slipping in through the curtains, painting the room with a gentle glow.For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was. But then, I felt it—the warmth beside me. Noah’s body, solid and real, pressed close to mine. His arm was draped over me, and I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back.The scent of cinnamon and fresh coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the warmth of his skin. It was peaceful here, in a way I wasn’t used to. I wasn’t used to waking up in a house that felt so... normal.Stretching slowly, I blinked the sleep out of my eyes. The events of the night before were still fresh in my mind.The way Noah’s touch had made me feel—safe, wanted, like I was finally starting to fit somewhere, even if just for this moment. I hadn’t felt like this in a long time. I hadn’t felt like I belonged.Noah stirred beside me, and I turned to find him already watching me, his