Annabelle
My heart is racing as I sit on the couch, pretending to be absorbed in the book resting on my lap. The words blur together, my mind too preoccupied with thoughts of Nolan to focus on the story. I've been replaying our kiss in my head for the past two weeks, wondering if I've made a terrible mistake by crossing that line. But I can't deny the electricity I felt when his lips touched mine. No other kiss has had me this fucked up. Not my first one, not the one I had before Nolan.
It's only Nolan, and shit if I'm not obsessed.
"She's finally asleep," Nolan says as he walks into the living room, his voice breaking through my thoughts.
I look up, offering him a small smile. "Was she difficult tonight?"
"Not more than usual." He chuckles, running a hand through his dark hair, messing it up in that way that makes my stomach flip. "She insisted on three bedtime stories instead of two."
"She's a negotiator. Gets that from you, I bet."