Confessions of a Twenty-Something City Girl

A Sky Full of Stars

"You make me feel so many good things," Noah says, lifting me off him, my toes gently brushing against the cool marble floor. He glides his hands down my back, tracing delicate circles against my skin.

I feel my face warm as I wrap my arms around his chiseled torso, pulling Noah close. "The feeling is very mutual."

"Who would have thought that having intense feelings for someone could make sex feel so elite?" he muses, a playful glint in his eyes.

Noah's words send butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "I'm no expert," I reply, "but from what I've heard, connection is key. It awakens all your senses." 

He gently strokes my cheek, careful not to smudge my makeup. "You really do something to me, Kingston. I can't quite explain it."

I grasp his wrist, tenderly caressing his hand. "I feel it too." But please, Westbrook, explain what you just said —being with only me? Forever? Did you mean it, or was that just your climax talking?

Noah doesn't read my mind this time; instead, his eyes travel the length of my body. "Okay, baby, I'm going to change. We need to leave soon. Is twenty minutes enough time for you?"

I wrap my emerald green robe around me, tying it securely as I hold his gaze. "Sounds perfect."

A secret smile spreads across Noah's face, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I almost forgot—I have something for you." He strides over to the counter, opening the drawer and my heart skips a beat when he pulls out a Tiffany blue box. He turns back, a playful grin on his face, and hands me the gift. "Happy anniversary, baby."

I giggle, clutching the robin's egg blue box as I look up into his eyes. "Anniversary, huh?"

"Oh yeah," he replies, a smile dancing on his lips. "I will celebrate you every day you're mine. This time last week, you were about to change my life."

"I can't believe it's only been a week. I can barely remember what life was like without you," I say shyly, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

The rosiness in his cheeks can't be ignored. This is a rare sighting. "Go ahead, baby," he whispers. "Open it."

I carefully lift the lid, revealing a sparkling diamond, white gold tennis necklace. "Noah!" I gasp.

"Do you like it?" he asks, his eyes glimmering, and my own widen in disbelief. 

"Noah, it's breathtaking! I love it! This is so thoughtful. You really didn't have to do this." I say, my voice filled with awe as I admire the necklace.

"Of course, I did. You deserve the world. It's my pleasure to take care of you," he says, giving me a sweet, sugary smile as he steps behind me. "May I?"

"Yes, please." My eyes light up at Noah's reflection in the mirror as his fingers delicately lift the diamond necklace, brushing against my skin before fastening it into place.

"It looks exquisite on you," Noah says, admiring the glistening jewelry around my neck as he gently rubs his palms over my arms. "I hate to leave you, but I need to get dressed. Come to my room when you're ready." He plants a soft kiss on the top of my head and strides away.

I study my reflection in the mirror, feeling a spark of electricity coursing through me. My feelings for Noah are intensifying, and it's all happening so fast. Just as I'm lost in thought, the buzzing of my phone on the counter jolts me back to reality.

Ugh. It's a text from Justin.

"Heyy you, I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight. I hope we can talk. Don't worry, I don't want any trouble on your mom's big night. I just want to clear the air. See you soon."