#Chapter 82 The Green-Eyed Monster

Andrew and I awoke to a knock at my apartment door an hour before my alarm was set to go off. I groaned and disentangled myself from the sheets and Andrew’s limbs. “Who could that be this early?” Andrew asked, partly annoyed and partly concerned. “I don’t know.” I threw on my robe and walked towards the door. Andrew slid out of bed and trotted up beside me. I didn’t complain; it could be another kidnapper, for all I knew, and I would prefer having him by my side, if that were the case. I looked through the peephole and saw Noah on the other side, holding what looked to be a box of donuts. Surprised, I quickly opened the door. “Noah! What are you doing here?” I asked. Noah smiled upon seeing me, then furrowed his brow at the sight of Andrew standing right beside me in his pajamas. The smile vanished. After a moment, Noah gathered his thoughts and held the box of donuts out to me.