28 OLIVIAI tug back on my sweatshirt while Noah sits back on his heels, smirking .
“Did that feel good?” he asks.
My brain is too scrambled to come up with a snappy retort. Or any coherent words whatsoever, really. I just nod slowly at him, admiring him anew, like he’s not just Noah anymore but some strange, exotic species I’ve never encountered before. And maybe I haven’t. Just the man’s touch sent me into a spiraling into deep, boneless relaxation.
His grin broadens. His handsome face is flushed, his dark eyes dilated and heavy-lidded, his pulse thrumming steadily in the base of his throat. If I didn’t know better, I might even think he was aroused.
I consider leaning in and kissing him—seeing where the night takes us—but something makes me pause. First then there’s the matter of how
