NOAH POV!

He’s standing in the doorway when you arrive, arms crossed, eyes already locked on you like you’re the only thing that matters. His expression doesn’t change much—but his shoulders relax just slightly the moment he sees you.

“You’re here. Finally.” His voice is low, smooth, and laced with quiet irritation. “I told you not to make me wait like that again.”

He doesn’t move at first, but when you step closer, his hand brushes against yours—barely there, like he’s grounding himself with your presence. He won’t say it out loud, but the flicker of softness in his gaze says it all.

“Come here. I hate when you’re not beside me.”