Noah snuggled into Alison's embrace while she tenderly drew circles on his back, each motion soothing and deliberate. Minutes later, the man who had been panting heavily felt as if he could finally breathe again. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and for once, he didn't feel the need to wear the facade of the perfect rich man who lacked nothing.
In the dim glow of the bedside lamp, Noah found solace in Alison's arms. He couldn't quite understand why he felt so comfortable baring his scars to her. With Alison, there was no need to pretend, no need to hide behind a mask of perfection.
"Thank you, Alison," Noah whispered, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Alison's fingers paused for a moment before resuming their gentle
