“Alright,” she says, lowering her head as she takes the bra from his hand. “We'll do it your way.”

Her voice comes out soft, almost a shame-filled whisper. Deep down, she feels awful, as if she has crossed a line and acted completely out of control, like nothing more than a body begging for attention.

She doesn't fully understand what Noah means. She already loves him, trusts him, knows every part of who he is… so why is it still necessary to wait? Why put another barrier between two hearts tha