“I couldn’t sleep,” I said, pulling back as my hands grasped the collar of his shirt. “Ask me why I couldn’t sleep, Matthew.” “Why couldn’t you sleep, Noelle?” “I would lay in my bed at night and think about you, Matthew. About your kisses. Your hands. What it would feel like when you touched me. Wishing that you were in my bed with me.” I ran my lips over my mouth. “I want you,” I breathed. “So much, Matthew.” “I told you, I’m not going to fight this anymore,” he said against my ear, before placing a kiss there. Nibbling at my earlobe. “I can’t. I can’t ignore what I feel for you, Noelle.”
