Chapter 38. I Think I Like Noah Greyson

The moment when a shameless, best kisser, playboy Noah Greyson started to talk about his respect for my mother and all, I felt like a nymphomaniac. My excessive sexual desire was so over my brain that I forgot about my mom and little sister sleeping in the same house. It should be me asking to take it slow, show some shyness, and be tender. But I was just jumping over him like a nympho. I really felt bad and ashamed of myself.

“So…what now? Will you just leave?” I asked as I got off the bed, trying to hide my ashamed face, pressing my swollen lips and staring at myself in the mirror. I looked like the porno version of myself.

He took a three-second pause. I guess he figured out the discomfort of the moment and the fact that it would have been more awkward if he had just left without saying anything good to light up the moment, so he remarked, “No, not now.”

He was sitting on top of the bed, resting his back against the w