Noah smiles, like I just told him he won the lottery. He wraps my legs around his waist and carries me to his room, all the while kissing me like we're teenagers how good it feels to make out.
He's gentle when he places me on the bed, standing back up to take his shirt off. There are angry scars on his torso that bulge out like raised jagged bumps. I reach out, trying to touch them, only to have him catch my hand, shaking his head no. Instead, he places my hand on his hardened shaft, so hard you'd think it was a rock.
“Only you get me this hard, Willow.”
His words stirred me along more, filling me with confidence I didn't need. I undo the button on his pants, dragging the zipper down as I stare up at him. His bed sits low on the allowing me to be closer to his pelvis than his face. W
