Chapter Twenty Seven

The breeze continued to caress my bare arms as I was squealing excitedly. Even though it was cold, I didn't feel it. The warmth radiating from Noah and with me snuggling against him kept us both comfortable. It was like I was wrapped in a thick blanket during a chilled winter morning, it was all too cosy. Noah was holding onto me tightly like he would never let me go and always keep me safe.

I pulled my braided hair, shook my head and let my hair loose. My long hair started to fly with the wind and the sensations, hot and cold was overwhelming me.

"Strawberry, your hair-it's going in my mouth!" Noah shouted over the sounds of crickets, nocturine birds and the crunching of leaves under Prince Chair's steps.

Prince Charles, goddamn!

"Hmm, come on, don't be a dog in the manger," I whined and I could feel Noah trying to shove my hair away like he was fighting an intense battle, but due to the wind, it slapped him right across his face.

I laughed as Noah now held my hair in bunch and burie