Page 117 of After All This Time

Grabbing his hand, Noah turns around with a confused expression written all over his face.

He lowers his eyebrows. “Forget something?”

A long stretch of silence occurs. At first, I hesitate to act on my attraction to him—until I don’t.

I grab his face, planting a kiss on his lips.

When I pull away, he looks at our surroundings with widened eyes and meets my gaze like he can’t believe what happened.

He stares at my lips for a moment before gently grazing them and running his tongue along them.

He requests entry into my mouth.

I accept his request without any hesitation.

The palm of his hand lands on my cheek and the other slides down to grip my hip.

His lips are warm and soft. They taste like mint and the ocean.

My body wants him so fucking badly, but my brain is telling me something entirely different.

The chronic overthinker is determined to take over.

Wait a minute, what am I doing? This is wrong.

I pull away, realizing I just kissed Noah fucking Kaplan.

He stares at me like he can’t believe what just happened, his mouth gaping wide open. He looks like he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t. He’s frozen like a statue in an art museum.

My breath hitches, growing heavier by the second.

I try to rub my arms in an attempt to get rid of the goosebumps but it’s no use. They’ve become a regular thing when I’m around Noah. I should be used to them by now.

I take a deep gulp, almost choking on the saliva going down my throat. “I’m sorry.”

I sprint into my room, slamming the door behind me and having a borderline panic attack.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

noah

She kissed me.

She. Fucking. Kissed. Me.

I should’ve said something, but I froze.

She tastes like sweet peaches. One kiss wasn’t enough. I need more.

I sprint over to her bedroom, knocking on the door.

The door swings open.

Dani stands there, her chest heaving. Beads of sweat outline her gorgeous face. Her face could be covered in shit and it’d still be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

All I can think about right now is how much I want to make her sweat in other places.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” she breathes out.

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