Noah
His Sweater, My Answer
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It had been a week since Noah had asked out.
And , being , panicked. He didn’t say no — he just mumbled something about
Then smiled. Wide. Real. Before could even breathe, Noah closed the space between them, wrapping him in his arms and lifting him just enough to make laugh. The hallway disappeared. There was just the soft thump of Noah’s heartbeat and the realization that waiting had been worth it.
And , being , panicked. He didn’t say no — he just mumbled something about
needing time.So Noah waited. Always patient, always smiling that tiny, knowing smile that made ’s heart do backflips. A week later, walked into school wearing his sweater. The one Noah had lent him on that rainy day after practice — warm, oversized, and still faintly smelling like his cologne. He spotted Noah by the lockers. His heart tried to escape his chest, but he forced a casual grin and said,
Hey, do you like this sweater?Noah blinked, confused but amused.
Yeah, looks good on you.’s lips curled into a nervous smile.
Thanks. It’s my boyfriend’s.It took a second — and then Noah froze.
Then smiled. Wide. Real. Before could even breathe, Noah closed the space between them, wrapping him in his arms and lifting him just enough to make laugh. The hallway disappeared. There was just the soft thump of Noah’s heartbeat and the realization that waiting had been worth it.