Oh, God, Noah.
Memories of our time together came flooding back, playing like a movie reel in my head. Seeing every smile, every laugh, every sentiment. Feeling every stolen touch, every kiss, every last emotion he pulled out of me. The warmth his arms always provided, the sensation of freedom in his embrace, in his eyes, in each memory he ever shared with me. Hoping, praying, I’d do the same. I wanted to, more than anything.
Not even for him.
When was the last time I felt any of this?
Would I ever feel it again?
From USA Today Bestselling Author M.Robinson
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