Hannah
Noah towered over me, the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen pressing into my body so hard I could barely breathe. The cool marble of the sink behind me felt like ice against my lower back, my fingers curling instinctively around the edge.
But still, I stared up at Noah defiantly, refusing to be cowed by his intimidating presence looming over me. “I wasn’t with Drake,” I stated firmly, squaring my shoulders. “At least... not in the way you're implying.”
Noah’s deep green eyes narrowed to slits at my response. “Don’t lie to me,” he growled, leaning in even closer until I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. “I saw you two together just a few minutes ago. Hugging. Looking awfully cozy.”
Anger flared hotly inside of me at the baseless accusation, my cheeks
