Her Rebirth 177
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Chapter 177: Hannah

The water was so hot it almost scalded my skin as I stepped into the shower, but I didn't mind; if anything, it soothed my sore muscles and tender flesh. I sighed, sliding the glass door shut, inhaling the steam and the scent of echinacea. I closed my eyes, letting the water wash away the day. It had been eventful, starting with a sweaty training session with Noah and followed by campaign work in my office. Noah had too much work to watch a movie and weather the storm with me? Yeah, well, I had work to do, too.

In reality, all my work that day had been a distractionโ€”anything to avoid thinking about how he'd looked scurrying from the kitchen. The redness in his face, the bulge in his pantsโ€ฆ it made me smirk and tremble simultaneously as I washed. For a moment, just a moment, I imagined his touchโ€”his fingers grazing my skin, his breath on my neck. Our bodies pressed together under the waterโ€ฆ I hated him, but I wanted him so badly I thought I might explode. How did that even make sense?

โ€œHannah? Are you in here?โ€

Suddenly, Noah's voice, floating through the steam, snapped my eyes open. Speak of the devil.

โ€œIโ€™m in the shower,โ€ I called, massaging conditioner from my hair.

โ€œOh.โ€ I saw his tall form pause in the doorway, then instantly turn away. He held something. โ€œSorry. Iโ€™ll go.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s fine. Wait there.โ€ I sighed, turning off the water and sliding open the shower door. A puff of steam billowed out, and as it cleared, I saw Noah's green eyes quickly glance over my naked body before darting away.

As I grabbed my towel, I cooed, โ€œWeโ€™ve seen each other naked hundreds of times. You donโ€™t need to act so bashful, even if we are getting divorced.โ€

Noah said nothing, clenching his jaw.

I wrapped the plush white towel around myself and went to the sink to begin my skincare routine. โ€œWhat did you need?โ€ I asked, my eyes flickering to the small box in his hands reflected in the mirror.

He held it out. โ€œI got something for you.โ€

Instantly, my hands fell to my sides, and I shot him a wary look. โ€œThis again?โ€ I asked. โ€œHow many times do I have to tell you to stop trying to butter me up? Itโ€™s not going to work.โ€

Noah sighed and thrust the box forward. โ€œJust open it, will you? Itโ€™s not like that.โ€

Frowning, I took the box and opened it. Inside was a brand-new pair of training sneakers in my sizeโ€”a clean white color with soft pink accents, girly yet practical. โ€œWhatโ€™s this for?โ€ I asked, lifting a shoe.

He shrugged, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. โ€œI just noticed your shoes were looking a little beat up. If you want to train seriously, you should have good shoes; unless youโ€™re trying to hurt yourself.โ€

โ€œOh. Well, thank you, Noah.โ€ I walked to the doorway, still admiring the shoes. They were exactly my style, and I was excited to wear themโ€”I just hated having to be wary, given his history of trying to win me over with gifts.


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