Noah
She wasn’t flirting but watching her it felt like she was. Every smile she bestowed on someone else, every time she touched an arm here, a back of a hand there. It was a constant reminder that she wasn’t doing those things to me.
She said we could talk but every time she saw me heading in her direction she would disappear and appear somewhere else a few minutes later.
I groaned, this party, coming home. all of it was too much. I shouldn’t have come back. No. I thought silently. That wasn’t what I should have done. I should have come back when I was found and told them all the truth.
I wasn’t the kind of man my father was. We were cut from different cloth. I could never be the selfless romantic man my father was, I doubted anyone could. And trying to be something I wasn’t had don
