When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on. -Franklin D. Roosevelt
Noah's pov
Alex has been acting strange since we arrived back in Grenadville, I wonder if it has anything to do with the night we had.
If there was ever an hope of me falling out of love with her, it was tossed out the window because damn. I was at a loss for words. Dancing with her had been magical, seeing that asshole touch her had been infuriating, and the slow passion filled night we shared had sent me out of this world.
I don’t understand what possessed me to take it slow that night, what convinced me to not take to fast road, whatever it was I should thank it.
I felt closer to her. We connected at a deeper level with our bodies, mind and soul.
I really shouldn’t be thinking about that
