My eyes widened, and I turned, my mouth working uselessly.“Especially now,” he continued, “with the pregnancy glow and having overcome your eating disorder.” His fingers lingered on my cheek, then trailed down to pinch a strand of hair between his fingers. “And your hair... I like that you’re not b
HannahI slipped back to my bedroom that night before the party was even over, the sounds of music and laughter fading as I made my way down the halls. I needed to wash away the day, to clear my head.In the bathroom, I ran the hot water, watching as steam rose invitingly from the tub. I stirred lav
Without a word, he slipped out of the room. Only then, once I heard the door click shut, did I dare to turn.I finished my bath, my skin tingling from both the hot water and the lingering sensation of Noah’s touch. Wrapping myself in a fluffy robe, I stepped back into the bedroom to find Noah prepar
HannahI twisted my hips against him, aching for that familiar pleasure—for him to hit just the right spot, deeper, deeper…“Noah…”“Hannah,” he muttered, his tousled hair falling into his eyes.The sound of his voice set me ablaze. I reached for him just as I felt myself go over the edge. That ache
“So go to Zoe, then,” I hissed, whirling to face him with fire in my eyes. “She’ll happily give you whatever release you need.”As soon as I said those words, I regretted them. Noah’s face fell, his eyes flashing with something that I didn’t have the heart to read. I felt a pang in my chest, wishing
HannahMy legs were still trembling when the door opened and Lily poked her head in, already dressed for the day. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the scene: me, flushed and disheveled against the wall, and Noah, casually drying his hands on a towel.“Lily!” I breathed, shooting her a wither
And a traitorous part of me wanted to experience as much of that sensation as I could before we parted ways.As we pulled away from my childhood home, I watched it disappear in the side mirror. Part of me wondered if I had made the right choice, but I pushed the thought aside. This was for the baby,
HannahNoah held my wrist tightly, his finger stroking my inner wrist.I felt my resolve crumbling, and there was no hiding the way my hand trembled under his touch. His eyes flicked between my hand and my face, reading my conflicting emotions like an open book.“I know you want me, Hannah,” he said