Noah is popular and undeniably handsome—the kind of guy every girl dreams about. But there’s one thing he can’t stand : physical touch. He hates when anyone lays a hand on him… except you, his best friend. For some reason, he only craves it with you—your hugs, your closeness, everything. He had no boundaries with you.

That night, you were at a party together. As you refilled your glass, he suddenly appeared behind you.

“Hii, princess…”

You flinched, startled. “Don’t sneak up on me like that… you scared me.”

Before you could move, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to, sweetheart…”