[This is a sequel to "When the Flash Fades"]
Harry and Noa were once inseparable, bound by their shared passion for music and an undeniable connection.
Three years have passed, and their lives have taken different paths. But fate-or whatever higher power you believe in-has brought them back together through the very thing that united them in the first place: music. Now, they face a crucial decision. Will they resist the magnetic pull and the undeniable connection that still lingers between them, or will they finally give in to what their hearts have always known?
Here is a little snippet of whats to come:
"So Harry," I bite my lip nervously. "We have stuff to talk about."
"Okay? What is that?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the words I'm about to say. "Us. What happened between us, and what's going to happen now."
"Hmm, well you're mine and I'm yours."
A smile creeps onto my face. "What?..no." I laugh.
"Yes, Noa," he responds with a firmness that sends a thrill straight to my core. His eyes lock onto mine, and I can feel my heart flutter wildly in my chest.
"But what about Arlo, your album, and... I'm not sure I want a public relationship. There's so much we need to figure out before we can even think about..."
He stops me with a gentle touch on my thigh, sending a soothing warmth through my body. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he murmurs, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'm not in a hurry. Let's take this slow."
I take a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm settle over me. He squeezes my thigh gently, a reassuring smile playing on his lips.
"Okay," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "We'll take it slow."
His smile broadens, lighting up his handsome face. "Good," he says softly, his hand moving to gently cup my face. "Because I'm not letting go of this, of us. Not now, not ever."
"It's alright." He says. "Just act like you're in love with me."
Let me get my shit together first, I think to myself.
The small voice in my head makes me cringe and I have to remind myself to pull it together.
"It's all about the mask."
I bite my lip hard. My heart is pounding in my chest and I can feel it beating in my ear.
"Sure." I mumble.
"Alright, then." He takes my hand in his and smoothly intertwines his fingers through mine. My stomach twists into a knot as we prepare to step outside of the car.
You can do this, Savannah. You can nail this. You have to.
Just before we get out, I hear him whisper.
"Lights.. Camera.. PDA."