Chapter 150

As I cautiously approached Noah , he raised his glass to his lips, maintaining an unwavering gaze on me. His piercing eyes fixate on me, akin to a lion assessing the strategies of its prey, contemplating the optimal way to pounce and consume the vulnerable wanderer. As I drew nearer to his spot, he nonchalantly placed the glass on a nearby low stool, uncrossed his lengthy legs, and patiently awaited my next move.

With a deliberate action, I raised the hem of my skirt above my knees, allowing ample space to straddle his thighs.

Carefully, I descended onto his lap, positioning my hands firmly upon his chest, relishing the solidity of his expansive torso. The muscles beneath my palms were tense, reminiscent of tightly stretched guitar strings that threaten to snap under any additional pressure.

Traversing my hands along his chest and shoulders, I maintained a fixed gaze upon his own eyes, attuned to the precise moment when their luminous curiosity transformed into a smoldering hunger.