Henry's POV
I got out of Camila's apartment and took a cab back to the hotel where I was staying. But while the cab sped down the quiet roads, I couldn't stop thinking about what Noah had said.
He was so cold to me. I didn't understand it. He had already apologized for punching me before, and yet, here he was being hostile again. Did he really hate me that much?
As the cab pulled up in front of the hotel, I stepped out and walked through the lobby and into the elevator, a heavy feeling settling over me. I knew I had to figure out what to do about Noah... and my growing feelings for Camila.
But first I needed sleep. I was drained, mentally and physically, after everything that happened. I opened the door to my room and dropped onto the bed, not even bothering to change out of my clothes. Within moments, I was out cold.
