Chapter 11
NOAH
I can’t sleep that night. I don’t even know why I try.
The second Caesar and I dropped Sophia off at her apartment, a flame ignited inside my body that won’t stop f*****g burning.
By the time I make it to my apartment, I’m in full inferno mode. The smell of her lilac perfume is still on my clothes, and every time I close my eyes, I can see her in the red dress from the art auction, all slender taut skin and curves.
The skirt of that sexy number held a slit clear up to her thigh and every time she moved, every time she swayed or talked or nodded, I swear that slit slid up another inch until I could only think of what was underneath.
And the “underneath” is what I can’t get out of my head right now.
I plunk down on my bed’s edge, reaching for the nightstand. Removing m
