Dare to Desire
Their hands brushed, and Noah took his fingers, holding them.
“For months,” Noah continued, “I’ve been pretending for everyone else… but not tonight. Tonight it’s just us.”
Ethan swallowed. “Just us.”
Noah leaned in, and this time their lips met, soft, tentative, electric. Ethan’s chest tightened as the kiss deepened, just enough to make him forget rules, expectations, everyone else in the world.
When they finally pulled back, foreheads pressed together, Noah’s hazel eyes burned into him.
“Library. Third floor. Three p.m. Tomorrow,” Noah said, voice low but firm. “We figure out what that means. Together.”
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