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🔞🔞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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A hint of mint invades my senses, Noah's tongue moving sensually against mine. I weave my fingers through his hair revelling in the softness of his hair between my fingers. I deepen the kiss, plunging my tongue into his minty mouth.
I try pulling him closer, try getting his body on mine but he resists, placing his palms flat on the bed next to my head. Abruptly, he pulls away, lips leaving mine and I groan. "Nooah," I whine, dropping my arms.
"Not here, not like this, love," he says, kissing my forehead, lips lingering.
"No one will come in," I wiggle my brows, motioning to the closed hospital door. My words are barely out when a soft knock fills the electrified space between Noah and me.
"You were saying?" He asks smugly, adjusting his erection evident through his jean.
"Don't put away your wand, Harry," I say, mustering up my best British accent.
"Firstly, name's not Harry and secondly, do I need to call the doc cause I don't have a wand."
"Well," I smirk. "It sure as fuck can make magic happen." I motion to his dick, moving my brows suggestively.
"Only you," he leans closer, trying to conceal his laughter. "Can turn something that was once innocent like a simple line from Harry Potter into something dirty," he laughs, lips brushing against mine. "Good one, love." He chuckles, green orbs dancing with admiration and humor.
Another soft knock against the closed door reminds me there's someone here to begin with and I call out. The door opens and Sharice walks in hesitantly, eyeing Noah and me. "I can come back."
"No," I say, smiling. "You're here, now." When I woke up, the anesthesia clouding my mind, I freaked the fuck out. I didn't give a shit about myself.
I was so worried about Sharice, I tried to get out this bed, fighting against the pain ripping through my abdomen. Mom and dad were shocked, trying to calm me but I didn't care. I needed to know she was okay, but the words couldn't make it out.
Eventually I managed her name and my parents understood, assuring me she's okay. I don't know what I would've done if...
Nope, don't go there – I've been there way too many times in the last two weeks.
She's okay, I'm okay, we're okay.
I was fortunate to make it out that car alive. My baby is a write off and I'm more heartbroken over that than the scar I'll carry for the rest of my life along my abdomen.
To be fair, I'm more heartbroken over the image burned in my memory of Noah's eyes brimming with tears the moment I looked at him after I woke up. I'll carry the vulnerable look on his face with me till the day I die. It's a look I've never seen, a look I never want to see again.
I saw the question on his face, wondering if that moment was real or just a fragment of his imagination. I saw the fear in his eyes, the fear of losing me to death. I saw a hint of acceptance that he's lost me forever. I saw the pain he endured.
