Page 84 of I Never Stopped Loving You

She covers her face and flops back against the pillow. Her breasts bounce, reminding me that she’s not wearing a bra under that tight black dress. My eyes run down her body, which is now only partially covered by the blanket. I could spend hours watching her, memorizing every curve, dip, and line on her body. I want to do that. I want her image immortalized in my memory.

“Noah,” she says softly, snapping me out of the trance.

“Yeah?”

“You good? You kind of zoned out there.”

She has that adorable smirk on her lips again, and it’s taking everything in me not to jump back in bed and kiss her right now.

“I’ll be right back.”

I head into my bathroom to start the shower and pull two towels and a washcloth from the cabinet. I turn on the steam function and close the glass door letting the walk-in shower fill with steam. That’ll help her feel a bit better. I can get started on breakfast while she showers.

When I walk back into my bedroom, she’s sitting, facing the balcony doors, messing with her phone. I crawl behind her on the bed and kiss her cheek before resting my head on her shoulder.

“I should probably order an Uber,” she says, and my heart sinks.

“Why don’t you hop in the shower first? I turned on the steamer for you, and it always seems to help me after a late night.”

“Are you sure?”

Of course I’m sure. I never want this woman to leave my bed.

“Yeah. Go shower, and I’ll fix us some breakfast. If you want, I’ll put some clothes on the bed you can throw on, and I’ll wash your outfit from last night. Just put your clothes in a pile outside the door, and I’ll come back up in a few minutes to get them.”

“You really don’t have to do all of that for me, Noah.”

She sounds almost defeated when she says that. I adjust to where I’m sitting behind her now with a leg on each side and my arms wrapped around her waist. Her head tilts back, resting against my shoulder, letting me tuck my face against her as I kiss her neck again.

“I want to take care of you, Willow.”

“Why?” she whispers.

“Because you’re my…”

Her phone suddenly blares the FaceTime call notification, and when she lifts it, Jenna’s face is on the screen.

“Sorry,” she says quietly.

She answers the FaceTime and doesn’t seem bothered that I can clearly be seen wrapped around her in the video.

“Morning, Jenna.”

“Oh, good. You’re still alive. Hi Noah.”

She flirtatiously waves at me over Willow’s shoulder, and in the corner of the screen, I can see Willow roll her eyes at her friend.

“Hi Jenna. Did you have a good night?” I ask.

I never heard my phone go off that someone unlocked the gate last night, so I know Jeremy didn’t come back here yet. Jenna’s eyes go wide, confirming my suspicion.

“Oh. It was fun. Jeremy is nice. We just hung out and watched a movie.”

“What time did he leave? Wait…Are you still at home?” Willow asks, and Jenna just blushes.

“He umm…”

“Sup.”