Synopsis
The warmth of her breath against his skin sent everything tilting. Noah dipped lower, his voice dropping to barely a whisper near Lily's ear. "You said you'd imagine I was Harry anyway, remember? You told me that, Lily." He pressed his thumb to the soft space between her brows, easing out the tension there while his other hand tugged at the sheet caught between them. "N-Noah. Turn the light off. Please." Lily's voice shook, thin and wet with tears she couldn't hold back. It was absurd, really—she looked even more appealing this way, up close. With each breath Lily drew,…
