somehow found the motivation to move, but Noah reached out and lightly brushed a hand against my wrist as I went to walk past him. “Think about Saturday night,” he said. “I hope you’ll be there.” His touch was as soft as a feather, and yet it was all I could seem to focus on. How could the briefest brush of his skin against mine be felt throughout my whole body? I swallowed and gave him a small smile in reply. “I will.”
Delulu thoughts hit hard :)
