#Chapter 31 It’s a Date

I tried to keep my spirits up on the drive home for Noah, but I kept thinking about Andrew and the anger with which he had glared at us. Could he truly have been that mad about seeing me with another male? No, that couldn’t be possible. Andrew could have any female—any person—he wanted. He wouldn’t be mad about me being with someone else, even if we had gotten close to being intimate ourselves. Unless, of course, it wounded his male ego to see that, then Noah and I might be in trouble. I shook the thought out of my head. Andrew was the Alpha King; he was above such immature games of dominance. And yet I could not rid my mind of that ferocious look on his face. Following my directions, Noah pulled up to my apartment building. It was late when we finally got home, and I debated inviting Noah to stay the night so that he wouldn’t have to drive back to his place tired. Before I could make up my mind, Noah spoke. “Crystal, I’ve been thinking, we haven’t been able to make up that date we