Warning; mature content. If you don't like to read that, skip this chapter.
I slowly turned around, making Noah stand close to the bed, as I gently pushed him, making him sit down at the edge of the bed. While I sat on his lap, straddling him as I took his face in my hands.
“You’re the one who’s perfect.” I whispered back at him. And he absolutely was.
What in the world did I ever do to deserve this man!
We sat there in the dark, as only the moonlight shined through the window of the bedroom. Making my mate look like an absolute God. I rubbed my hands through his hair, which was still wet from the shower, pulling some strands in his neck, earning myself a beautiful grin in return from him.
*I will never let you go, ever again* He linked at me as our mouths found each other again.
