ZARA; I don't know you.
My eyes split open, and a smile crossed my cheeks when I saw Noah massaging and running his hands through my hair. I was in his arms, and we were both naked. After going for the third round, we had slept, and now I was awake.
I blinked a bit, words failing me.
Noah leaned closer to see my face properly, like he’d noticed I was having thoughts.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re going to say we made mistakes again?” he asked, caressing my cheek. I looked up and stared at him, and he made a cute pout, something he never does.
“Stoppp. You’re so ugly doing that,” I joked.
Noah laughed. “At least you didn’t say it. Pookie, I’m telling you, you were snoring the whole time. You enjoyed this, and I know you want more,” he stated confidently.
“I don’t.” I lie
