CHAPTER 33
NAOMII lay back in bed, breathing deeply, and pulled the blankets over myself. I hadn’t had an o****m that good in a long time. I could barely think straight. My mind was in a fog.
Noah and Jax were lying next to me. Neither of them had said anything since they had pulled out.
After coming down from my o****m, I stared up at the ceiling, a thousand thoughts suddenly rushing through my mind.
Ryan. Oliver. Ava.
Noah’s hand brushed against mine. “Do you really think about Ryan?” he asked suddenly.
My brows furrowed. His eyes were gold, so beautifully gold.
I brushed my fingers across the strands of hair that had fallen on his forehead. “No,” I said.
He went quiet after that, and so did I. I didn’t want to give them too much of me—emotionally—yet. I wasn’t sure how this was
