Noah
Noah watched as Hannah stalked off with a scowl, her hips swaying with each step. His jaw clenched as she disappeared into the crowd without a backward glance, her long black dress moving behind her.
She looked so… different lately. Was it just because she had been eating more? No, he thought to himself. It’s not just that.
It wasn’t just her appearance. It was her demeanor, too. She was more confident, but also more abrasive.
Noah couldn’t decide if it infuriated him or turned him on.
Downing the last of his champagne, he set the empty flute on the bar with a soft clink and asked the bartender for another. As he waited, his jaw worked beneath his skin. That little display with Drake had been entirely unnecessary on her part. Did she have to play up the fawning dev
