Noah turned, hand outstretched for another ornament, but he froze, his eyes widening and his breath catching. His gaze was glued to my face and he was barely even breathing.
“Noah?” I asked, concerned.
His voice was low. “How long?”
I blinked. “What?”
“How long have you been in love with me?” 6
Oh. Shit.
I hadn’t meant for this to happen. Not ever. Noah was never supposed to figure out how I felt about him, because I did not want to do anything that would cause me to lose him. I needed him in my life, if only as a friend, a little brother, and I never wanted him to feel like he had to avoid me. But this, this could do it, and I had to fix it.
“Noah, look—”
“Are you going to deny it?” Noah asked gently, slowly moving closer. I couldn’t quite interpret his expression. “You’ve never lied to me before. Are you going to start now? I saw it on your face, Travis.”