#Chapter 94: Quail Eggs

Hannah The sound of Noah’s voice made me stand so abruptly that I whacked my head on the sofa. Reeling, I clutched the side of my head and began to careen backwards, my other hand windmilling in search of something to grab onto. “Easy, there.” I felt two strong, warm arms wrap around me from behind, catching me before I could fall. My feet barely touched the ground now, and when I looked up, I was met with Noah’s concerned gaze. “S-Sorry,” I said, hating how childish I sounded at that moment. He shook his head at me bemusedly and set me down on the couch where I could collect my bearings. “What were you doing just now?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “And why are you so jumpy?” I opened my mouth to tell him that I had found the comb he had apparently used when he spent the night here with Zoe, but the words died in my throat before they even reached my tongue. I couldn’t bring myself to mention it right now, not when he was sitting next to m