During the suffocating silence that persisted for a few more minutes, Noah felt his intense gaze scanning him all over, from head to toe. Drizzles of waterdrops dripped down his body, as he stood drenched out in the cold night, the feeling of being ogled like that by an unknown man was very humiliating for him.
Even though as per his command, he couldn't lift his hands up to cover his bare upper body. But soon enough, when irritation surged inside him, he rolled his right hand into a punch to opt for it as a last measure of self-defense.
The memory of that unexpected rough kiss from Xanthus was still vivid in his mind, so somehow he was fearing the possibility of being harassed by someone again. However, that kind of dramatic situation didn't happen. Randall didn't take a further step ahead while keeping a small distance, but his staring game continued for a long while.
