Chapter 11 Insecurities: No Strings Attached

I wake up in his arms, heart hammering. Noah’s chest is hard and steady beneath me, his warmth almost suffocating. Last night wasn’t just gentle, it was hungry, possessive, consuming.

“Morning, little one.” he murmurs, lips brushing my temple. His hand drifts over my waist, holding me tight.

I try...

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