Hannah
I looked up at Noah with a c****d eyebrow, my curiosity piquing despite my best efforts to remain aloof.
“A proposition?” I asked, turning my head to look at another couple dancing as though looking at him was below me. “What kind of proposition?”
Noah’s hand tightened slightly on my waist as we swayed to the music, instantly commanding my attention once more despite my best efforts.
His green eyes were intense, focused solely on me. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of my gown, making my skin tingle, and the feeling of our bodies pressed up against one another was more than I had anticipated tonight.
I hated to admit it, even to myself, but feeling him like this was… nice. Needed. Missed.
“I’d like to extend the terms of our divorce,”
