Hannah
The sound of Noah’s voice made me stand so abruptly that I whacked my head on the sofa. Reeling, I clutched the side of my head and began to careen backwards, my other hand windmilling in search of something to grab onto.
“Easy, there.”
I felt two strong, warm arms wrap around me from behind, catching me before I could fall. My feet barely touched the ground now, and when I looked up, I was met with Noah’s concerned gaze.
“S-Sorry,” I said, hating how childish I sounded at that moment.
He shook his head at me bemusedly and set me down on the couch where I could collect my bearings. “What were you doing just now?” he asked, c*****g his head to the side. “And why are you so jumpy?”
I opened my mouth to tell him that I had found the comb he had apparently used w
