Noah's POV

Everything about her fascinated me. Even the little things that I shouldn't even care about.

When she broke the kiss my first thought was maybe she didn't like it, maybe she didn't like me.

But as soon as I saw her face.

I knew it.

It wasn't me.

Something else was bothering her.

Something I doubted if she would tell me if I asked, so I didn't.

Instead, I changed the topic.

"Why do you wear contacts?" I asked instead, staring at her eyes.

Those green irises of her, which she was covering with blue contacts, were what drew me to her in the first place at the...