Chapter 33. Noelle

As far as vacations went, Noelle was enjoying her time with her friends. She felt at home in England, both as a country and at Georgie’s house, where she had spent countless nights during their time at Oxford. But she missed Shane. She missed the excitement and passion of being in his arms. In his bed. On his kitchen counter. In the shower. She missed waking up next to him and feeling completely at peace. 

Hearing him confess his love for her had blown her resistance to smithereens. She had let him in. Completely. Let him take her body and soul and do whatever he wished with it. She had encouraged it and loved every moment. And as angry as she was, she couldn’t regret it. Couldn’t find it in herself to wish him out of her heart. 

Noelle turned over in bed and came face to face with a sleep-rumpled Will. All three of them had fallen asleep in a tangled mess after consuming too much wine and crying their eyes out while watching Love Story the previous evening. He