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“Don’t worry about me, Noah,” I said tersely. “I’m not your problem.”
I gave them both an unimpressed stare, and I watched as their twin smiles slowly vanished, replaced by pursed lips and narrowed eyes aimed at something behind me.
“Are we going to talk about how those three dickheads you used to be best friends with are all obsessed with you?”
“I did, and I didn’t say they’re not total and complete assholes,” he replied. “But Ferrero didn’t dance with anyone else that night. Hargraves wanted to beat my face in for touching you. Spencer is constantly watching you. They all look at you like that. It’s intense.”
Zach swallowed audibly, but he held her stare with unwavering confidence. And longing. It was her.
