The car ride was quiet, but my mind was loud. I kept stealing glances at Noah, trying to guess where we were headed. He had this mysterious smile on his face, one that told me he had a surprise up his sleeve. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness.
For the past few weeks, Noah had been treating me like I was truly his fiancée, and not just pretending for the sake of the public. The warmth and attention weren’t just reserved for when we were outside anymore, he’d even been surprisingly affectionate toward me in private moments, as well.
Just thinking about that night he’d gone down on me simply to pleasure me, without demanding anything in return, still sent my blood pressure flying. His occasional sincere look and touch were nice, but deep down, I was worried that if we kept avoiding talking about any of it, especially where this was headed, I might just be setting myself up for heartbreak.