ZARA; I love you.
When I said nothing further, Noah gently gripped my wrist and guided me to the dining seat.
“Wait here… I’m going to feed you, okay?” he said reassuringly, like he was talking to a kid, a soft smile tugging at his cheeks.
“Okay,” I answered, giving in completely.
I watched him walk away—well, watched his buttocks, if I’m being honest. He still hadn’t put on any clothes.
I blinked hard. “Noah, please! Clothes…” I demanded.
He turned to me, whining his waist with his arms spread wide, giggling as his c**k dangled.
My laughter burst out instantly. I couldn’t help it.
“Noah… you are crazy!” I cried out between laughs.
He just shrugged and headed straight to the kitchen to dish out our food.
A minute later, he returned with a plate of macaroni and cheese and took th
