Noah's POV
Our kiss broke, but not quickly. It was slow, like neither of us truly wanted it to end. Her lips lingered on mine, soft and warm, as if we were both savoring the taste of each other, unwilling to let go. Even when our lips finally parted, the space between us felt charged, crackling with the heat we’d ignited. My forehead rested against hers, and I could feel her breath, hot and uneven, mingling with mine, our chests rising and falling in sync, both of us trying to catch our breath.
Her hands were still lightly gripping my shirt, while my fingers found their way to the small of her back, keeping her close, unwilling to let the moment fade. I could still taste her on my lips, the sweetness of her breath, the way her body had melted into mine. My heart was still racing, hammeri
