Chapter 47. Guilt of a Love Letter

If I had Aladdin’s Genie, then I would spend all three wishes on waking up beside Noah, hearing his heartbeat, looking at his flawless face, and smelling his fragrance. It was the most exquisite feeling ever. I also loved his muscular and strong upper body. I just wanted to touch it again and again.

I was running my index finger on his chest, outlining his tattoo.

“You know, it kinda tickles,” Noah replied, slightly opening his eyes.

“Oh! Sorry,” I apologized and gave a devilish grin. I slid my fingers toward his stomach and started to tickle him for real.

“No, Yoda!” he screamed with laughter, and I continued to tickle him. He then grabbed my hand, which was tickling him, and began to tickle me back as revenge.

“Aaaa…No, Noah!” I, too, screamed with laughter, and he continued to tickle me until I couldn’t breathe. His laughter boomed through the room—and it was the most beautiful la