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Chapter 29 Vivianne Sinclair A smile curled my lips, eyes locked on Noah as he sat on the bench in the arena, fixing his skate. Heat pooled below my stomach as memories of last night clawed back into my mind. He lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting mine briefly, and his face softened, but I quickly looked away even before he could smile at me. “You should tell him if you like him.” A familiar voice echoed behind me, and my heart skipped. Scott! I turned to him, pressing a hand against my chest. He smirked. “Did I startle you?” I rolled my eyes. He chuckled. “Sorry about that…” “You kept staring at Noah. Do you like him?” I huffed. “No way! I don't like him!” "Do you love him then?" "No, I don't..." I said, my voice almost soft. His brows knitted together. “Your eyes said otherwise though.” Fucking hell! My eyes again? Ugh! I hate how they always sell me out. I can't even lie peacefully? Ugh! Annoying. But wait! Do I really love Noah? Hell no! How could I love him after everything that he'