Chapter 7
Over the past several weeks, Noah had taken to randomly texting me to check in. He’d tried to be cute about it, so I hadn’t minded too much. This didn’t change after that fateful conversation three days ago. If anything, the texts came more frequently. And were more familiar than they’d ever been. Instead of Hey, how’re you today? and Any screams of agony? I was receiving much more personal texts.
Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?
I got this weird warmth in my stomach every time he used endearments. He wasn’t really one for nicknames, and I’d noticed that stretched further. He had no problem showing his affection or verbally expressing his love, but endearments were not a part of that. He called everyone by their name. He’d used endearments occasionally with me, a
