Noah

Saturday mornings were supposed to be about sleeping in, relaxing after a big win, maybe hanging out with the guys later.

Not today.

Today, I woke up with my jaw aching, my head pounding, and my stomach in knots. I’d barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jessa’s face last night — the shock when I kissed her, the way she looked at me like maybe, just maybe, she saw me differently.

And then Daniel had to open his damn mouth.

His words still rang in my head, sharp and ...