Let this be
Lilith, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm, knew she couldn't answer in the heat of the moment. This newfound connection, this spark that had ignited between them, deserved more than a whispered response on a crowded dance floor.
Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile.
"Let's get some air," she suggested, her voice regaining some semblance of control.
"We need to talk."
They walked quietly hand in hand, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors as they strolled. The weight of Noah's confession hung heavy in the air, a silent question mark that demanded a response. Yet, there were no demands in his touch, no urgency in his steps. He understood, perhaps better than she did at that moment, the whirlwind of emotions she must be grappling with.