NOAH’s POV

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking on the steering wheel as we drove to the rooftop bar. Liam sat beside me, quiet, but I could see the flush on his cheeks. He kept glancing at me like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. 

I couldn’t blame him. 

I was the one who started all of this, and now I was the one about to get broken in public.

The bar was on the top floor of a fancy hotel. Soft music, string lights, a few other couples and small groups scattered around. 

Marcus had reserved the far corner, but it wasn’t closed off. Anyone walking past...