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conforming to his edges. And throughout it all, that feeling of safety and strength and warm, golden energy surrounds me and fills me and time and space might as well have come to an end.
    My body responds to his, eager for his hands to travel from where they tangle in my hair down to my neck and shoulders, to guide his arms as they pull me closer, to travel down my back and cup my ass. But seeing as how he’d dropped the ball in my court and I’m not the kind of girl who’ll be able to ask him to do the things I want him to do to me, I pull my lips from his. His hands stay threaded in my hair so our faces are still so very close.
    “Mmmm …” Noah half growls, half sighs and I’ll be honest, I know exactly what that sound means. It means that was good. It means I want more. It means yummy . He presses a kiss to my forehead and I can’t help but meet his eyes with a smile, my lips still feeling swollen from his kiss, tingling from the scratch of his stubble against the soft skin of my mouth.
    And then he steps away, unthreading his hands from my hair and I suddenly feel cold and alone and weak and I want to be right back in his arms. “I think I’m going to like you,” he says as he steps away, giving me room to fish through my purse for my keys. “You know where to find me.” Noah smiles. “We’re going at your pace, remember?” And with that he turns and walks back to his car, leaving me to watch him hungrily from my front porch. He waits until I slide my key into the lock and close the door between us — pausing to wave one last goodbye before I do — before I hear his car roar to life and watch the wide arc of his headlights travel across my darkened living room.
    That night I dream of two tigers wrapped around each other, lounging on a golden island floating on a golden cloud with snakes and dragons hissing and charring the land below them.
     

Chapter 5
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “You did what?!”
    It’s morning and I’m on the phone with Becca and I can’t tell if she’s shocked because I went to Flannigan’s alone or because I kissed Noah or both. I smile to myself and play with the edge of my pajama top.
    “Zoe. We’re on the phone. You have to use your words. I can’t see you, remember?” Her voice, while playful, has a bit of an edge to it. Things must be really bad with her mom and dad. Poor Becca.
    “I kissed Noah last night.” I repeat the last thing I said to her. That has to be the bit of information with the most shock value to it. I’m smiling and I can hear it in my voice and it feels good. It also makes me think of actually kissing Noah and that feels even better. I close my eyes and inhale, hoping to find his scent still lingering on me somewhere.
    “I told you I didn’t like him.” My eyes blink open and my smile is obliterated by a frown. Since when does it matter if she likes the guy I’m kissing?
    “He’s really sweet…”
    “Zoe. Love.” She’s tense. All regret and sadness and something else, something darker and heavier. I can’t quite tell what it is since, as she just pointed out, we’re on the phone and I can’t read her body language. “This guy is trouble. You’re just gonna get hurt.”
    “I know he’s like way hotter than I deserve, and totally charming, but we spent the whole night talking. And even when I got quiet, things were ok then, too. They didn’t feel awkward and I didn’t feel embarrassed and I didn’t feel desperate to make myself speak. We talked and when I ran out of words, he just kind of waited for more to come.” That all sounds weird. It’s hard to explain how comfortable I felt with him, how easy it was to be with him. Becca doesn’t understand how hard it is to be me.
    “I know this kind of guy. Sure you felt at ease with him last night. That was his whole goal. He’s just playing with you.”
    “No, he’s not.”
    “Oh, ya? When are you seeing him again?”
    Shit. She’s got me there. “We didn’t make any