Chapter 172 Wanting

• Hannah
• Noah set me down on the carpeted floor of his bedroom and moved to turn on the bedside lamp. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room for a moment, feeling very much like a college student on her first one night stand, and looked around.
• The guest room that Noah had been occupying as of late had all the markers of him; the scent of his cologne, his rumpled clothes over the back of a chair, his leather loafers—perfectly polished and lined up beside one another—sitting by the door.