Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four

Noah's pov

I watched her strut towards the booth, her hips swaying with each step she took, enchanting we mere mortals with her ethereal body that shone no matter what she wore.

It has been no easy task to keep my eyes off her, especially the span of skin exposed after her crop top. Her cargo pants hung a bit low on her beautifully carved waist designed by God himself, or it was the devil who carved it, a waist like that was made for destruction.

My destruction.

No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get it out of my head. Both her waist and her.

The sound of her laughter played on repeat in my mind, its similarity to a broken music player stuck on the same melody glaring.

Her sweet strawberry scent, better than any cigarette or tobacco I've had the luxury of taking and more soothing than any hard drug. If I could extract her scent and turn it into a brand of cigarette, I would. Of course I won't sell it. It was mine.

I planned on only being married to her for a y