#Chapter 83: Bad Timing

Hannah “You’re embarrassed.” Noah’s low voice ran across the side of my ear, making me flinch. “I can tell from the redness in your cheeks.” I recoiled, blinking owlishly up at him as he smirked down at me, one broad palm braced against the wall beside my head. His cheeks were somewhat rosy from drinking, and his breath smelled faintly of sweet champagne. “I-I’m not embarrassed,” I stammered, cursing the waver in my voice that betrayed me—so much for following the Luna Queen’s advice. “You’re just seeing things because you’re drunk already.” “I’m not drunk yet.” Noah narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. “And besides, from where I’m standing… You certainly look as sheepish as ever. Was it what I said earlier? Calling you a good girl?” Even just the mention of those words again made my thighs clench. I felt the flush creeping down my chest and pressed my lips together firmly, looking away. “You’re imagining things,” I muttered, unable to meet that pierc