"Should I follow you in?"
Gianna frowned at the question, at the intent threaded unmistakably into it, reading the quiet want behind his words.
For some reason she couldn't quite name, she wasn't ready to take that step Noah clearly wanted, wasn't ready to cross that invisible line just yet.
"No, it's already late," she answered, glancing at him with a soft, almost apologetic smile.
They were stopped right at the gate of the Thorne mansion.
Noah, however, knew Gianna's words were a sorry excuse, thin at best, but he didn't push further, wise enough to know his limits for now.
"Alright then. I will see you later, beauty."
He let the tension build between them for a mere second, the air thickening, charged, before leaning forward and tasting her lips.
Gianna opened for him without much thought, without hesitation, her hand lifting instinctively to stroke his hair, which felt like silk sliding through her fingers.
