Noah had been silent the entire time, letting me toil away with the device on my own, as disbelief
He leaned back in his chair, occasionally glancing over with that slight smirk that I had come to associate with his unique brand of arrogance.
But then, as I struggled with a particularly delicate piece of the wiring, his hand reached over and covered mine, guiding it with a surprising gentleness.
"Not like that."
He said, his voice low and almost… patient?
"If you keep bending the wire like that, it'll snap.
Here."
His fingers deftly twisted the wire in a way I hadn't thought of, securing it precisely into place.
He didn't let go of my hand immediately, his fingertips lightly pressing against my skin, warm and unexpectedly steady.
For a brief, almost surreal moment, I felt my cheeks heat up, a blush spreading before I could stop it
