Chapter 247 Making Up

• Hannah
• The evening air was cool and refreshing against my heated skin as I walked Noah back out to his car. The setting sun was particularly vibrant tonight, the sky awash in almost blinding shades of pink and orange and red. It was a beautiful sight, but I found my eyes drawn to Noah instead, no matter how hard I tried not to.
• He looked different somehow—softer, younger, as if the revelations he’d had recently had added more than a few years to his life. The lines around his mouth had softened, his eyes were more vibrant, and his hair was gently tousled, leaving behind his usual slicked-back appearance.