Chapter 63 Knowing

• Hannah
• Noah towered over me, the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen pressing into my body so hard I could barely breathe. The cool marble of the sink behind me felt like ice against my lower back, my fingers curling instinctively around the edge.
• But still, I stared up at Noah defiantly, refusing to be cowed by his intimidating presence looming over me. “I wasn’t with Drake,” I stated firmly, squaring my shoulders. “At least... not in the way you're implying.”