#Chapter 247: Making Up

Hannah The evening air was cool and refreshing against my heated skin as I walked Noah back out to his car. The setting sun was particularly vibrant tonight, the sky awash in almost blinding shades of pink and orange and red. It was a beautiful sight, but I found my eyes drawn to Noah instead, no matter how hard I tried not to. He looked different somehow—softer, younger, as if the revelations he’d had recently had added more than a few years to his life. The lines around his mouth had softened, his eyes were more vibrant, and his hair was gently tousled, leaving behind his usual slicked-back appearance. Relaxed—that was what he was. At ease. Somewhat. A bit ironic, given how the real battle—the one involving putting Scott and Zoe behind bars and dealing with the aftermath of everything they had done over the years—had only just begun. As we reached his car, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small paper bag. “Here,” said, holding it out to him wit