Noah’s Pov.

The word left my mouth as I stared at him, my chest tightening, my mind unable to process this no matter how I tried.

“Give me,” he said when he couldn’t reach it.

“What are you doing with my pictures?” I asked again, my voice low, almost shaking. I don’t remember taking all these pictures. How the hell did he snap me without me even knowing?

“It’s nothing…” he began, but I cut him off.

“Nothing?” I repeated, my brow raising slightly.

“Noah…” he ...