Hannah
The sounds of laughter and music faded somewhat as I made my way into the kitchen, an empty snack bowl in hand. The staff tonight had offered to refill it, but I’d insisted, saying that I needed a few moments to myself.
Apparently, they had taken that as meaning that I needed the entire kitchen cleared, because there was not a soul there when I walked in. Not that I minded.
But I wasn’t alone for long before footsteps sounded behind me, followed by a familiar scent reaching my ears. A moment later, warm hands covered my eyes.
“I wonder who that could be,” I purred, smirking. I felt Noah shift behind me and heard something being set down on the counter.
“Open,” Noah’s deep voice rumbled near my ear.
I blinked as his hands fell away, my eyes adjusting to find a
