Lena’s Pov
I lay in Ethan's bed staring at the ceiling because sleep wouldn’t come even after he rolled over and started snoring softly. The clock glowed two fifteen and my mind kept replaying the way Noah looked at my sketchbook page earlier. Ethan had laughed it off but Noah's eyes stayed serious when he drew my hand, and I wondered if he saw more than lines on paper. I slipped out from under Ethan's arm, careful not to wake him, and pulled on his hoodie because the apartment stayed cold at night. My feet padded quietly down the hall to the kitchen for tea because chamomile always helped when thoughts raced.
The light over the stove glowed low and Noah stood at the counter, pouring water into a mug. He wore sweatpants and no shirt, and his hair stuck up messy from sleep. He turned whe
