CHAPTER 2
NOAH
He didn’t speak. Just reached up and touched my jaw with those rough, oil-stained fingers.
I froze.
“You’ve been looking at me for weeks, Noah.”
“No, I— I wasn’t—”
His hand slid down my chest. My stomach.
“You think I don’t notice those stares? The way you watch me work?”
“I didn’t mean to—”
“Yeah,” he...