CIARA
I was embarrassed.
I had never been this embarrassed before in my life.
The feeling flooded into me like a broken dam had burst right in my face, and I could feel a very deep reed blush creeping from my neck to my cheeks.
I could not believe I just made a public spectacle of myself right in the middle of the walkway. There had to be a million people there, and I had broken down before them all, not caring about how I looked or how many people were watching me.
As Noah and I made our way towards what had to be his car, I slightly averted my gaze, unable to make eye contact with anybody, or him, especially
I felt as though every body, each and every single human out here, were all watching and judging me for acting like a heartbroken teenager, crying my eyes out in public.
What made my embarrassment even more pronounced was the fact that Noah's shirt was soaked through. It stuck to his body — highlighting his broad chest, of course.