Looking at myself in the mirror of Noah’s bathroom, I lamented not having my makeup and facial products with me. He’d done his best preparing to have me in his home. Pretty sure the decorative glass jars holding makeup pads, cotton balls, and different colored toothbrushes in a cup on the counter were for my benefit. I hadn’t felt this much like preening since my grandma sent me a princess crown, wand, and jewelry set for my fifth birthday. Oh, to get my hands on the turquoise set again, shiny and gorgeous. And what I’d do to clutch some lip stain and gloss in my greedy fingers. Instead, I made due with Vaseline from the medicine cabinet, and pinched my cheeks before going down to breakfast.
I wanted to tease him.
Noah poked at something inside me, like never before, something playful, n
