𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙚

noa had always been fine on her own-until ashton collins showed up on her doorstep, drenched in rain and holding a bottle of orange juice like it was an apology. what was supposed to be a brief stop to make things right between them turned into something else entirely. as old wounds reopened, noa found herself battling the urge to forgive him for everything he'd done, even as he stubbornly worked to prove he'd changed.

with charles selera popping in and out of her life like an ever-present reminder of her tangled feelings for ashton, noa tried to keep her distance, but the chemistry between them was undeniable. surrounded by heartwarming moments, late-night laughs, and the occasional disaster in the kitchen, she had to ask herself if second chances were enough to heal the hurt-or if she was just inviting more chaos.

as the days passed and secrets came to light, noa realized that maybe, just maybe, the orange juice at her door wasn't the only thing ashton had to offer.