Irina
I stepped into my worn, well-loved Texan boots and walked out of the spacious walk-in closet. As I made my way towards Noah, my feet barely made a sound on the polished hardwood floors. He stood by the bed, fastening his pants with one hand while holding his phone to his ear with the other. His brow was furrowed in concentration, but when he caught sight of me, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
I trotted towards him, feeling the soft fabric of my light dress brush against my skin. I noticed his gaze linger on my body, taking in every curve and bare inch as I approached. The lack of a bra did not go unnoticed by him.
"Keep an eye on her, I'm coming," he said into the phone before hanging up abruptly. He turned to face me, curiosity and surprise etched across his feat
