Cover by: @authornataliaava
🔞🔞WARNING {18+}🔞🔞
Sequel to: In Need of a Muse.
⚠Book Two CAN'T be read as a standalone.
Timay finds herself back where she started, distracting herself with meaningless sex, the only difference this time, she's runn...
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"Noah, I..." I trail off.
What the fuck are you doing, attempting to confess your feelings?
You need to freak out now, run for the hills and escape this situation you put us in!
I silence the voices inside my head – I know, I know but don't act like you don't have them,I see you – hating how my first instinct is to freak out and run. I'd like to think that I've made progress since my decision to stop running away from every emotion and shit situation I find myself going through.
I want to believe that I can change and face these emotions head on. No more running. No more hiding and no more denying how I feel when it's been staring me in the face all this time.
I'm not that scared little girl anymore that needed to hide behind my father in first grade when a clown showed up to hand out balloon animals – yup! I'm the person that's afraid of clowns, can't believe we've made it this far without it coming up, yikes.
Anyhow, I don't want to be afraid of these emotions anymore. I want to embrace them and run with it. I want to tell Noah what I should've told him that night by the lake instead of walking away.
I just, I don't want to run away from him anymore.
Right, moving on, "Noah, I'm–" A hard knock reverberates through the house, cutting me off, fuck.
"Hold that thought," he secures his grip on my hips and effortlessly gets to his feet with me in his arms – rawr!
I feel like I need to purr or rawr or whistle or something cause that was hot and the heat radiating between my thighs resembles that of a volcano – I'm sure he can feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of my shorts.
The fuck am I thinking?
I need to unwrap myself from him. I give him a quick kiss, unfurl my legs from around his waist and unhook my arms, making sure to drag my right hand slowly down his face, loving the way his stubble feels against my palm.
A loud, obnoxious knock erupts, and he sends me a confused look. I shrug in response, and he calls out, "I'm coming!" He walks away and this is just what I need to pull my shit together.
I'm still going to tell him how I feel, he deserves to know and if he doesn't reciprocate, that's fine... Pssh totally fine.
All I know is, I can't deny it anymore. Mom was right about the whole denial thing even if I didn't want to admit it – of course you didn't... You were in denial!
"How the fuck did you find me?" Noah roars, snapping me from my thoughts. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I make my way to the door just in time to see him ram his fist into a remarkably familiar man's face.
"Nice shot," he compliments with a sadistic chuckle, blood trickling from his nose.
Noah's features morph into that of pure hatred and it's one of those looks I haven't seen on him before. I guess now's def the wrong time to admit this but hot damn! He looks devilishly handsome, and I wouldn't mind having to look into his furious orbs as he thrusts into me mercilessly.
