Noah POV

Something's wrong.

I feel my hands twitch as the chicken breast and Alfredo is served around the table.

There's something covered up, something I'm not seeing.

A warm hand lands on mine, sending butterflies through my stomach.

"Are you ok, Noah?" Eliana looks up at me, her doe-eyes filled with concern. I put my hand over hers.

"Yeah, just hungry." I say, she scoffs and nods.

"Tell me in bed, ok?" She says, turning and grabbing the bowl of Alfredo and chicken. I grin.

I'm not surprised she saw right through me.

I still can't help the feeling that something's off in our territory.

Eliana scoops some of...