FALLING FOR MY MOM’S FIANCÉ
I lean in, cutting him off mid-sentence, and press my lips to his.
Noah freezes for a second, surprised, then responds immediately, his hand coming up to cup the back of my neck, his lips soft and warm against mine. It’s a good kiss…nice, familiar, safe. But as I deepen it, letting my hands slide up his chest to grip his sweater, I find myself wishing for more. Wishing for that fire, that urgency, that feeling that I’m about to fall off a cliff and I don’t care. I close my eyes tight, trying to pretend, trying to channel all that pent-up desire..the desire I have for Philip, into this moment with Noah.
I down the rest of my drink and set the glass down hard, reach across the table, my finger
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