*Jane*
I've never been happier that Rachel had plans I wasn't part of because I'm not saying no to anything Noah does to me and we get the room all to ourselves.
The time we spent apart since the last time we were really together, excluding the strained session we had in his shower a few days ago, seems to only have intensified the desire we have for each other.
This is the Noah I know, the one whose kisses draw me in and keep me tethered to the moment just as much as they take me out of my head and send me flying. This is the touch I'm familiar with, the one that's desperate to feel more of me. This is the greed I'm used to.
Every brush of his mouth against mine sends my pulse racing.
His hands find their way under my jersey—his jersey—and he pulls back enough just to look at me w
