I want to shake them for their ignorance and scream that their Sistine Chapel is filled with cracks.
I didn’t know enough to hold myself back. Now I was too aware, hyperaware, and so the fear chained me.
You could start a fire with the heat between you two."
"You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.
I hate you," I muttered.
Noah smiled wider. "I know.