I hold up my phone. “Good thing I do.” I wink.
For the first time since I walked in, he actually laughs. He shifts back against the headboard, and I settle beside him. Not too close. But not far, either.
“You’re serious?” he asks, eyeing my phone.
“Very.”
“What are we watching?”
“Something important.”
“That sounds suspicious.”
I gasp softly. “Excuse you. This is aclassic.”
He raises a brow. “I don’t believe you.”
“You will.”
I pull upThe Princess Brideand press play, angling the screen so we can both see. A swordfight, a kidnapping, a farmboy who answers everything with “As you wish.” A few minutes in, he glances at me.
“Is this old?”
I scoff. “It’s timeless. Just trust me—nobody gets through the part with the giant without smiling.”
He hums like he’s reserving judgment.
“Just watch,” I mutter.
We fall into a quiet rhythm—the soft glow of the screen, the low murmur of the movie, the steady sound of his breathing beside me. It’s nice. But the silence thickens despite the movie playing. Then, I feel his gaze. I turn without thought, and I’m held in place by hypnotic eyes.
“We should—um—watch the movie,” I say quickly.
“Right.”
Neither of us looks at the screen. Another beat of silence. Then his hand brushes mine. My breath catches.
“Cammi.”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me to stop.”
My heart stutters. “Why?”
“Because I don’t think I can.”
My pulse is everywhere. “I don’t want you to.”
That’s all it takes.
He leans in, slamming his lips to mine. The phone slides away, and an instant shockwave passes through my body. My hands grip his wide shoulders as his hand cradles the back of my head, holding me where he wants me. The kiss turns hungrier, his lips sliding over mine, sending heat down to my core.
Every movement is heady and possessive like he can’t get enough. Heat ignites slowly, sending waves of desire everywhere as he nips my lower lip, sucking it deeply. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s terrifying and exhilarating at once. Slowly, his hand glides down along my collarbone—feather-light touches that make me sigh.
The kiss deepens, his tongue sliding against mine. I gasp at the sensation flooding me. The tension in my core winds tighter. His fingers graze my tight nipples through my shirt, and I jerk softly in his arms.
“Noah…” I whisper against his lips. Panicked.
