Maria had lips that were almost unfair—plump, soft, with a subtle shine that made them look downright tempting.
She’d only put on a bit of balm, but it glistened just enough to catch the eye. It made Noah's thoughts derail in the worst way, like a car crash of impulse in his chest.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, the next moment lifting her chin, about to kiss her despite everything.
Right when their lips were about to meet, Maria jerked her head aside and shoved him back. Noah’s lips brushed past her ear before he lost his balance and landed right on the floor.
Her face turned stormy in seconds. That glare she shot at him — sharp as pins. She didn’t say a word, but the vibe was so intense it made even Grace, standing a ways off, visibly shiver.
Noah wasn’t i
