Noah:
Her skin was soft and warm, and I could smell the cherry lip gloss on her supple lips. My grip on her waist tightened–she didn’t stop me–and I urged Sam to keep taking pictures.
“i***t,” Kimberly muttered, lowering her head and focusing on the cats. Her face was pink, and I couldn’t help but notice how adorable she looked.
I smirked at Sam, but she ignored me. I saw the way she was around her. I wasn’t imagining any of it. She was too close, always brushing her hand against hers, always smiling at her. This was a hint that she couldn’t ignore anymore.
“I think I have taken enough pictures,” she finally said, walking up to me and handing me the phone. “I have to go do some things. I will be back to check on the two of you.”
She hurried out of the room and shut the door with a
