#Chapter 69: Forget-Me-Not

Hannah The kiss felt like a dam had broken. I melted into Noah’s arms despite my best efforts, my fingers clutching almost desperately at the crisp fabric of his tuxedo lapels. It had been so long—far too long—since I had felt the heat of his mouth against mine. He hadn’t kissed me in what felt like an eternity; we hadn’t even locked lips during our monthly intimacy nights in ages, too focused on simply getting the job done. But now… A soft, broken sound escaped the back of my throat, something between a gasp and a moan muffled by the insistent press of his lips. Thankfully, it was drowned out by the music. Too much, it was too much. And yet, somehow, it was nowhere near enough all at once. Just when I thought I might actually collapse from the sheer intensity of the moment, Noah was pulling away. Not far, just enough to allow us both to breathe a little. His hands remained pressed around my jaw, his shoulders crowding around me like a solid wall. My eyes fluttered