Jessa

The second Noah said my name, my stomach dropped like a stone.

My first instinct was to run — to grab Mariah’s hand and hide in my room until he left. But my feet wouldn’t move. My whole body was frozen, like part of me needed to hear whatever excuse or insult he was about to throw at me.

Mariah’s eyes narrowed into slits, her arms crossed over her chest like a human shield. “Oh, hell no. Absolutely not. You don’t just show up here after what you did last night.”

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