Chapter 384

Panic set in, and Noelle sprang to her feet, rushing to the restroom. There, she frantically splashed cold water on her face. While it helped to clear her head a little, it did nothing to relieve the persistent, simmering heat in her body.

Noelle walked out of the restaurant and ran into John. John had his coat flung open, attempting to quell the burning desire within him with the cold of the winter night. When he heard the sound of hurried footsteps, he turned around and found Noelle rushing out of the restaurant.

The streetlights illuminated her flushed face. It was an unusual shade of red; it had a mesmerizing, almost enchanting quality to it.

John was a 40-year-old man; he was mature, rational, and always in control of himself. Yet, at the moment, all he could think about was holding her close and feeling their bodies become one.

"Johnnie…" Noelle called out, her voice soft and heavy with longing. He walked over and placed his hands gently on her waist. He leaned in and brush