TWO YEARS LATER ;
Noah stood in the kitchen, stirring the pot absentmindedly, lost in his thoughts. Two years. Well almost three years when they first met. It had been three years since everything started with Ryder, and yet Noah was still conflicted.
He never expected that all those steamy nights, teasing conversations, and sweet, stolen moments would lead him to this point—falling for Ryder. But he had. Hard.
He never thought those initial steamy hookups would evolve into something that would shake him. The teasing, the lustful encounters, the spontaneous dates…Somehow, they had slipped into a routine that felt so much more intimate than just friends-with-benefits. And it scared him.
