#Chapter 77: Protect Yourself

Hannah I cried out in pain as Noah’s shoulder collided with my outstretched wrist, slamming it directly into the section where the soft mats ended and the hard gym floor began. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes, and the sound that escaped my lips next was a pathetic whimper. “Ow…” Noah reacted quickly, although not in the way I expected. I really expected him to tell me that I was fine and to stop being a baby, but he didn’t. Instead, with a muttered curse, he pushed himself up into a seated position, his weight shifting off of me so I could finally breathe. His gentle fingers then circled around my hurt wrist, inspecting it closely as concern flickered through his handsome features. “Hannah? Are you alright?” His voice was tight with a sense of worry that made me pause. I blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears that were already spilling over despite my best attempts. For several long moments, Noah hovered over me, his large frame surrounding mine