The question hung in the air longer than it probably should have. Noah was dying on the inside, being as patient as he can be. He was good like that…always good like that.
“Noah, I—” His finger over my lips quieted my protest instantly.
“Keep it. Think about it. If by the end of the day you still aren't sure, let me convince you. Let me take you out on a date, Willow.”
His thumb brushes over my lower lip as he moves it off me, knowing exactly what he is doing. Butthole. The thought of being out on a date with Noah sounds both enticing and nerve-wracking. The fact I haven't just said yes and given into the impulse to ride him into the sunset is so unlike me, you would think the world was ending.
Unable to speak with the burning need to feel him against me, I merely nod my head. I st
