Noah felt as though his world was tilting on its axis, threatening to spin out of control.
After the initial, piercing scream left his throat, he simply froze. He stood there, staring at the television screen in a state of complete, dumbfounded shock.
Naya quickly moved to his side, her own face a mask of disbelief as she joined him in watching the broadcast.
For a long, heavy minute, neither of them spoke. It was as if their very souls had been sucked out of the room, leaving behind two empty shells.
Finally, Naya found her voice, though it sounded thin and shaky even to her own ears. She turned to Noah, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and horror. "You slept with the President," she whispered, the words hanging in the air like a heavy fog.
Noah couldn't find the strength to reply. His mind was racing through a thousand different scenarios, none of them good.
