“I can’t come inside,” I whispered when we pulled away from each other. Noelle almost seemed transfixed as she ran her hands over my face, cupping my jaw as we continued to hold our gaze. “I know,” she sighed, looking at the building. It was a line that we couldn’t cross. “But…” “I want to make you so happy,” I said, a whispered promise on a sweet reverent breath. She pushed the hair off of my forehead and kissed my jaw. “Let me make you happy, Noelle,” I murmured, “please?”
