Noah's POVI tried moving away, but her hold around my neck tightened as she attempted to force her tongue into my mouth.If she was acting like this while sober, then it was a different situation, and the last thing I wanted was to take advantage of her.With all the strength I had, I pulled away. A pout settled on her face as she glared at me. “You’re so mean!” she snapped, making my brows pull together.Massaging my temples, I sighed. “This isn't about me being mean. You are not in your right state of mind,” I murmured as I picked up her bag that had slipped from her hand.“Come on, let me take you to your room,” I urged, stretching my hand toward her. However, she folded her arms across her chest.“I want you. Why are you denying me? Is it because I'm not attractive enough?” My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. What did she mean she wasn't attractive enough?Even her mere presence had been tormenting me like a slow-burning fire. And her curves? They were sinful enough t
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