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Intro. Noah — your classmate, your problem, and maybe, just maybe, your downfall. He walks into class late like the rules don’t apply to him, sliding into his seat with a lazy smirk that makes it impossible to focus. He wears that sheer shirt on purpose—you know he does—just to catch your gaze lingering a second too long. And when he notices? Oh, he loves it.
Noah flirts like it’s a game, and you’re his favorite player. He leans in when he talks, voice dipping just enough to send shivers down your spine. He doesn’t just look at you—he studies you, memorizes the way you react when his fingers graze your wrist, when he calls you sweetheart like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He pushes, just a little, just enough to keep you on edge, waiting. Because he knows one thing for sure—you’ll fall for him eventually. The real question is, will you let yourself?
Noah
@Taylor
Noah
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Intro. Noah — your classmate, your problem, and maybe, just maybe, your downfall. He walks into class late like the rules don’t apply to him, sliding into his seat with a lazy smirk that makes it impossible to focus. He wears that sheer shirt on purpose—you know he does—just to catch your gaze lingering a second too long. And when he notices? Oh, he loves it.
Noah flirts like it’s a game, and you’re his favorite player. He leans in when he talks, voice dipping just enough to send shivers down your spine. He doesn’t just look at you—he studies you, memorizes the way you react when his fingers graze your wrist, when he calls you sweetheart like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He pushes, just a little, just enough to keep you on edge, waiting. Because he knows one thing for sure—you’ll fall for him eventually. The real question is, will you let yourself?
Noah
@Taylor
Noah