Like a Moth to a Flame(1)

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"I'm gonna die in your bed, Karen."

His voice had a charming huskiness and sweetness.

Noah Miller was born with beautiful eyes. Coupled with his handsome, sexy face, he was able to attract a large number of girls his age and even younger.

I was getting dressed. My white shirt was wrinkled and dirty, so I couldn't wear it anymore. I dropped it in the laundry basket and pulled a T-shirt out of the closet.

"Don't say that." After putting on the T-shirt, I poured myself a shot of whiskey, put some soda in it, and went to the refrigerator to get some ice balls.

Noah shouted behind me, "Don't look for them. I put it all in my coke yesterday."

"Why didn't you freeze new ones?"

I glared back at him, stopped drinking, slammed my glass down on the table, picked up the clothes and trousers he had thrown on the floor, and threw them at him.

"Just get dressed and go. I have a plan to make, so I don't have time tonight."

"Why did you turn your back on me after you slept with me?" Noah sc