NOAH
"Noah, you're hurting my feelings," he said, his voice dropping into that cutesy, mock-sadness that made my stomach turn. "I'm just trying to help you relax. Why are you being so difficult?"
I was on my back now, crawling backward on my elbows and heels, an undignified, animalistic retreat across the cold marble floor. Alex loomed over me, his shadow stretching long and dark across my body. He stopped, looking down at me with a hunger that made my skin crawl.
He took the second pill and placed it on his own tongue, but he didn't swallow. He opened his mouth slightly, showing me the small, white disk sitting on the pink muscle of his tongue.
