Nora.
I wished I could just hide away in my room forever after that painfully embarrassing moment with Howard. Deep down, I knew I shouldn't be offended because he was merely speaking his truth, but the humiliation still stung. "Am I not enough?" I couldn't help but ask, searching his eyes for a glimmer of understanding.
Howard's gaze bore into mine, as if he could read me like an open book, which was the unfortunate truth whenever I was with him. "It's not about you, Nora," he replied solemnly, his words echoing in the air. I shook my head, unable to accept that explanation.
Cupping his face in my trembling palms, I implored, "Don't... don't say that," and then leaned in to kiss him. His lips met mine with a fervent response, and for a brief moment, our worries seemed to fade away. But
