Chapter 165: But is this what I want?

NOAH

"All right. I'm here. And I'm listening." Juliet made a point of looking at her watch. "You've got five minutes, then I'm out of here."

I sat across from her at my kitchen table, my gut twisting, wondering what the hell I was doing. It had been three days since the damn party, and during that time, aside from Zeke's visit and threats, I'd known more peace than I'd had in months. My house had been quiet and empty, and for the first two days, I'd done nothing but sleep and eat whatever the hell I'd wanted.

But this morning, I'd awakened gripped with guilt. Was it because the pillows still smelled like Juliet's perfume? Maybe. Or it could have been because she hadn't so much as texted me since she'd stormed out of the party. I'd expected to hear from her that night, or at least the next morning, but she'd maintained total radio silence.

Her stuff was still all over my house. Her lingerie was on the counter in my bathroom, along with her makeup, skincare shit and soaps. Her sham