Noah’s POV
Something snaps within me, gone is the thought that Daisy was in an accident, gone is the worry that she’s hurt and not thinking straight right now, all I can focus on is the feel of her body pressed to mine, the touch of her thighs as she wraps an ankle around my leg, holding me to her. Her softness pressed to my hardness, fitting together as though we were always meant to be.
My fingers trace over the thin cotton of her sleep top, the café owner moaning softly as she arches into my touch. She is gorgeous, there is no other way to describe her and as the moonlight dances across her face from the gap in her curtains, I don’t see the cuts or bruises, I just see her.
‘Sunshine’ I groan, pressing my lips to the base of her neck, feeling her pulse thundering underneath the skin.
