Mariah

My mouth was still hanging open as I stared at Jessa. She stood there like a statue, her cheeks flushed and her wide eyes shimmering under the bright stadium lights. The crowd was still roaring from the win, but it felt like the whole world had gone quiet around us.

Noah had just kissed her.

Like… really kissed her.

And then Jackson went full-on caveman, practically dragging Noah off her like some jealous protector in a bad teen drama.

“Holy crap,” I muttered under my ...