Mia
I knew attending the team dinner with Noah was a mistake the moment he reached for my hand outside the restaurant.
Not because I did not want him to touch me.
I wanted it too much.
His fingers moved between mine naturally, like we had been walking into public places together for years instead of quietly dating for a few weeks.
Noah looked toward me.
“You are thinking loudly.”
“That is not possible.”
“It is with you.”
I tried to remove my hand.
He held it gently.
“Do you want me to let go?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
His expression softened.
“Then we go inside.”
“You make everything sound simple.”
“Most things are simple before people begin imagining comments from strangers.”
“That is exactly what a public figure would say.”
“I am not important enough for strangers to car
