I chew slowly while Noah watches me with that infuriatingly soft look in his eyes.
He drops a kiss on my lips.
Licking a drop of dumpling sauce from the corner of my mouth.
“Mm.Try this one, now,” he whispers, holding a bite of something yummy to my mouth.
And I open.
What was I thinking a moment ago?
That I can’t possibly be falling in love with him?
Too late, my heart whispers.
Chapter17
Noah
Last night was incredible.
I got to the motel room before Chiara did, slipped my bag into the closet before she could start arguing about boundaries, and made myself at home.
Took a shower.
Ordered Chinese.
Waited for her.
Then she walked in and stopped dead in the doorway, staring at me like I’d lost my mind.
Which, to be fair, I probably had.
Because there I was—standing in her motel room, fresh out of the shower, acting like I had any right to the place.
Like I had any right to her.
Christ.
The look on her face alone made the whole thing worth it.
We ate.
Well—mostly I fed her, which turns out to be my new favorite pastime.
Something about the way her lips part when I hold up a dumpling or a bite of lo mein… yeah.I could get used to that very quickly.
We talked, too.
Mostly nonsense.
The kind of things people talk about when they’re comfortable without even realizing it.
TV shows we both pretend we don’t binge-watch.
Music we grew up with.
Turns out we were both raised on a lot of the same old punk bands, which surprised the hell out of me.
