#Chapter 140: Swapped

Hannah & Noah Hannah’s POV Drake’s hand found my waist as we began to move to the music. His touch was light, almost hesitant, as if he—Drake, the supposed playboy and womanizer—couldn’t believe that this was happening. “You look... stunning,” he said, his eyes roaming over my red dress. “Not that you don’t always look beautiful, but tonight…” I forced a smile. “Thank you, Drake. I’m glad you like it.” We swayed to the music in silence for a moment before Drake spoke again. “Hannah, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but... why did you ask me to dance? Not that I’m complaining, but it’s a bit unexpected after what happened earlier.” I took a deep breath to steel myself before responding. “Drake, I have a proposition for you.” His eyebrows shot up. “A proposition?” “Yes. I know you have feelings for me,” I said bluntly, watching as his cheeks flushed red. “And I’m willing to consider one date with you in two months.” Drake’s eyes widened e