Chloe's mind was spinning. Did Noah kind of say that he likes her? What was in that sauce that covered the steak to make her hallucinate these things? Or was it in the water? She stared at her hand that was resting against Noah's chest, her fingers interlaced with his, and it all appeared unreal.
But regardless if this was real or drug-induced, her response would be the same. "I don't have a weekend to give."
Noah looked at Chloe with concern obvious on his face. Why did she say that like there is an expiration date set on her life? "What do you mean?"
"You were in my apartment earlier. The seniors from the Long family know where I am, and they will not let me go.", Chloe reminded him. "Thank you for dinner, and for everything you've done for me so far. I need to pack so that I can leave before they return."