Stacey’s POV:
“We have to stop. This isn’t right. We… we can’t.” I quickly drew back, catching my breath, and Noah did the same.
“What's wrong?” He asked.
What’s wrong!?
“ What's wrong??” I shot him a bewildered look. “You just kissed me.”
He stepped back, his hand going through his hair. “And why exactly is that wrong?”
I scoffed, pushing myself inside, going to pour myself more water. “You have a girlfriend now, right?” I said, trying not to sound jealous.
“Do you really believe that?” I could feel his stare burning the back of my neck.
“I don’t know; it looked pretty believable when you had your tongue down her throat.” My head was still focused on the glass of water.
He stepped close enough to me for his scent to intoxicate me.
His fingers traced my cheek, found my chin,
