303. For the rest, things have changed

"What's going on? Can't sleep?" he asked, his voice all smooth and sexy. Jemma nervously swallowed and said, "Why don't you spend some time with me?"

Noah reassured her, "I'm right here. Spill it. I'm all ears."

His affectionate vibe and soft eyes made it tough for Jemma to keep her feelings in check.

"We used to gab about everything in the good old days! Non-stop chats and phone calls. I couldn't relax until I spilled my whole day to you. Sometimes, we'd knock out mid-chat. My head on your shoulder... Now, you're this big shot, super-rich businessman."

Noah gave her cheek a little stroke with his finger and, in his smooth voice, said, "You can still do that. Call me up, chat away."

Jemma lifted her fingers, playing with his collar.

"When you're not around, I feel like I've got a ton to tell you. But then you come, and it's like you already know it all," she confessed.

"What do I know?" he asked.

"You know how to mend my heart. You know my longings and what I shouldn't do. You know ho