Finally, I waved my hand and said, “You’ve done shit-all to help with my recovery.” Noah’s eyes narrowed and he pulled back a bit. “What’s really your problem, Hannah?” he asked, momentarily raising his tone but then quickly clearing his throat and lowering his voice so that we wouldn’t be overhea

Hannah “How did you know when you needed to start making a change?” The room was quiet as the journalist, Emily, and I sat across from each other, the only sounds that of the grandfather clock ticking against the wall and the birds chirping outside. A soft breeze blew through the cracked window—

Hannah Noah stepped forward and placed the necktie over my eyes. I held it in place with one hand while he tied it in the back, the cool flesh of his fingers brushing against the nape of my neck as he did so. “Thanks for complying with me,” he said once he had finished tying it. I heard his foot

Noah & Hannah Noah’s POV Noah burst out of the restaurant and into the cool night air, his gasps of breath mingling with the sound of his shoes on the pavement and the screech of the cab’s tires. There, up ahead, was Hannah—already in the back of a taxi that was pulling away from the curb at b

Hannah “Right this way, Luna Hannah. Patty will handle your hair and makeup today.” I walked into the makeup room at the stage assistant’s directions, my stomach already in knots the moment I saw that familiar pair of shoulders and that familiar head of hair sitting in the chair. Of course Noa