“What?” he asks and I wave my hand so he can lean down for me to whisper in his ear.
“I don’t want us to fight anymore.” I yell into his ear so he can hear me over the music. We’re too close to the speakers, but I know he can hear me nonetheless.
He presses his lips to my ear. “We weren’t fighting! You were mad at me for no reason.”
I start to get angry again. “Why can’t you just say sorry?” I yell.
He makes a face. “I’m sorry.”
I shake my head and the hair falls in my face, so I put it behind my ear. “Like you mean it!”
Noah stares at me for a second, before he suddenly leans down and presses our lips together. His hands come down to my hips so he can bring me closer until our chests are touching.
I lose myself in him, because it’s been too long since I’ve kissed him, longer than I
