Noelle

Noelle

“Mal—“ My voice trailed off, as Malcolm's metallic gray eyes stared intently at me.

“You’re awake.” I managed to say, in between unsteady breaths. He was awake, his strong hand wrapped around my waist, and I was on top of his strong and chiseled chest.

“I should probably get you something to help you sober up.” I offered and just when I wanted to wriggle out of his hold, he held me back down. Tighter.

I gasped his shock, feeling my breasts and already taut nipples against his naked chest.

“I don’t need anything to drink.” He said, softly, sending butterflies to my stomach.

“Then what do you want? I’ll get it for you.” I offered with a sheepish smile on my face.

I had to get out of his presence immediately because I might just do something stupid, maybe kiss him and then pay for my actions the next day.

Malcolm was so handsome and hot and the closeness between the two of us was messing me up.

Holy shit. I wanted more than to just be close to him. I was a woman. A living thing