Gwynn turned her head to the side.

Gripping his arm, she pried it off. Her voice was especially gentle against the dark of night. “You’re wrong. I don’t love you, Noah! You’re reading too much into things!”

Noah wasn’t mad at her answer.

He was a mature man, and he knew how women meant ‘yes’ when they said ‘no.’ He shamelessly fondled her breasts for a while before he said in the most affectionate tone, “I’m going to take care of that hassle. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She didn’t respond