Noah
Noah couldn’t stop himself from practically vibrating with rage as he watched Hannah and Drake laughing together, clinking their glasses and making plans to be ‘dinner buddies’.
Goddess, it made Noah sick. And what made it even worse was the way that Drake looked at her; the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when she spoke, the way they leaned a little closer together.
Hannah had handled the whole tabloid situation surprisingly well, crafting a new narrative that seemed to appease the masses and repair her public image—there was no denying that, and Noah was impressed, not only by that, but also by her upcoming campaign. It seemed as though she was smarter and more prepared than she let on.
But that didn’t make Noah any less uneasy about the undeniable closeness be
