Chapter 7
He lifted me into his arms and gently laid me down on the bed.
Pinned beneath him, I felt his kiss traced all over my body.
His hand slid along my leg, fingertips brushing against my skin.
A shiver ran through me, completely out of my control.
That night, Noah lost himself completely.
But not once did he mention why he had disappeared for two years.
And I didn’t dare ask–afraid that if I did, this fragile moment of happiness would shatter.
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For the next two weeks, aside from work, I was practically glued to Noah’s side.
When he worked late, I sat quietly by his desk, reading-
When he had free time, I dragged him to food stalls, making him try every kind of street food.
After dinner, we drove to the beach.
Like when we were kids, we chased each other along the shore, laughter ringing through the night.
Standing in the shallow tide, I held my canvas shoes in one hand while splashing seawater at Noah with the other.
He wasn’t quick enough to dodge, and his shirt was drenched in an instant.
Feigning annoyance, he strode toward me with purpose and threw me over his shoulder.
I kicked my legs in the air, squirming “Okay, okay! I was wrong! Noah, put me down!”
He smacked my backside playfully. “Save your strength. You’ll need it later.”
The full moon hung high, casting silver light over the waves.
Outside the car window, the tide rolled in, crashing against the shore in rhythmic waves.
But it was nothing compared to the storm inside the backseat.
Fingers intertwined, breath mingled, Noah traced his teeth over my earlobe, his voice hoarse as he whispered over and over, “Chloe, I love you.”
On the fifth day of Noah’s business trip, I got a call from one of Simon’s buddies.
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