#Chapter 204: Pack Above Heart

Hannah Noah held my wrist tightly, his finger stroking my inner wrist. I felt my resolve crumbling, and there was no hiding the way my hand trembled under his touch. His eyes flicked between my hand and my face, reading my conflicting emotions like an open book. “I know you want me, Hannah,” he said softly, his voice low and husky. He rose to his full height, still holding my wrist. “You don’t need to lie anymore.” I swallowed hard, craning my neck back just to look up at him. His eyes caught the light of the bedside table, tiny wildfires burning in the forest-green depths. I wanted to kiss him, to shove him down on the bed, to ride him like my life depended on it. But I restrained myself. I pulled away, turning to grip the dresser. The cool wood under my palms grounded me, but my mind was still racing, torn between desire and reason. The large hotel room suddenly felt too small for the both of us. Finally, I took a deep breath and spoke. “Noa