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Like a Moth to a Flame: Noah Miller's Side Story(10)

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I really, really liked Karen.

So even when she purposely wore a thin, translucent slip dress that drove me crazy, I didn't want to say a harsh word to her.

"Karen," I pleaded, "hug me. I'm so hot..."

"Good boy."

She smiled, kissed me on the lips, and worked her way down the nape of my neck. "I can only make you hotter."

What a familiar conversation.

It was like everything that ever happened between us started on that crazy night.

I put my arms around her shoulders, kissed her on the forehead, and said seriously, "I like you. I really, really like you."

She looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes and said nothing.

It was not until midnight that I carried her, who was sweaty all over, to the bathroom to take a shower.

The hotel's light shone on her cheeks, and her pinkish hue was clouded by the dim light, which gave her a breathtaking beauty.