CHAPTER 4

CIARA

I had succeeded in making Noah mad. 

The thought pleased me, and it sent a thrill of satisfaction through my veins as I walked out on him and stormed to my room. He tried to hide the anger, but I had known him for so long, and the signs were not easy to miss. 

His clenched jaw. 

His rigid, tense and taut body. 

And his eyes. My goodness, they smothered, glowing with the weight of his anger. 

Not that I cared though. It was my own anger that mattered. Not his. 

 Maybe he would angry enough to leave and save me the stress of having to make him leave. 

I slammed the door to my room and stripped out of my dungarees, hitting the shower. 

Hot water blasted out of the showerhead and hit my skin, soothing my nerves and gradually washing away my anger. 

I relaxed under the water, letting the knots in my body loosen.