Blake's POV
"Stop," I say, unable to stop the blush forming on my cheeks.
"What? I'm not doing anything." Noah denies looking back at the papers in front of him. After my little mini-meltdown earlier and mine and Noah's playfight, I explained everything that happened yesterday. Noah stopped me when I started getting too upset. Then we just sat quietly while he hugged me. But he has work he needs to do, and I want to do my homework. It was kind of nice to take a little break after school and before doing homework, though. But I'm trying to concentrate, but I keep feeling Noah's eyes on me.
"You keep looking at me." I counter.
"No, I'm not." Noah shrugs.
"Yes, you are. I can feel it. It's weird." I say.
"You feel it too," Noah mumbles as a smile spreads across his face.
"What?" I
