Sam Noah turned his head away, unable to look at her, but his tense tone betrayed his current unease, “You don’t have to be like this.”
She turned his head to face her and asked, “What exactly happened between us before?”
He touched her face and said, “Nothing happened; don’t overthink it.”
It seemed he had no intention of telling her, and Thelma didn’t want to ask further.
The surroundings were very quiet, quiet enough for her to hear the voice in her heart. This serene and just-right environment gave her a desire to be completely honest.
“Do I lack beauty?” she suddenly asked.
“Why do you ask that?”
“Sometimes I feel like you don’t want to get close to me. It’s always me looking for opportunities to get close to you, to entice you, but you always seem so serious, so I feel like I lack beauty.”
What nonsense was she talking about? She actually thought she lacked charm?
She had just cried, and now her eyes were glistening as she looked at him. Sam Noah couldn’t even bear to look at her. The muscles at his temples twitched, and he struggled to restrain himself before saying, “You are very charming. What you don’t know is that I’ve been thinking about you to the point of almost going crazy. But I hesitated because before your amnesia, you didn’t like me at all. I didn’t dare to act rashly; I was afraid that one day when you remember, you would think I took advantage of you, so I didn’t dare to get close.”
He never expected that one day he, Sam Noah, would become so conflicted, and his cautiousness made her misunderstand him as a serious person.
He wasn’t a serious person; he was a beast, a beast who thought about her every day.
Once she enticed him, he would completely lose his reason.
Hearing his words, Thelma felt a pang of heartache, but she was also delighted because he said he had been thinking about her, to the point of almost going crazy.
She wasn’t lacking in beauty; he was just afraid of hurting her, afraid of hurting her, which made him cautious. This side of him truly made her heart ache.
Suddenly, her heart was filled with a complex feeling. She had so much to say to him, and the current atmosphere was simply perfect. Thelma grasped his hand, took a deep breath, and said to him word by word, “You know, Sam Noah, I’m really afraid to remember the past. I’m afraid I really did something to hurt you. I’ve fallen in love with you, so deeply, so deeply, that I love you to the bone. I think about you every day, every moment. Whenever I’m apart from you, every inch of my body thinks of you. I want to get close to you; I want to be held by you. Sometimes I feel like my lewd thoughts about you make me seem like a pervert.”
Sam Noah: “……”
With one hand held by her and the other propped on the edge of the table, he trapped her completely in his embrace. The hand gripping the table edge tightened at some point, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a small section of his arm with bulging veins. If one looked closely, they could even see his arm trembling slightly.
He stared intently at the woman in front of him, his mind buzzing.
She said she had fallen in love with him…
Not just liking, but love.
Love him to the bone.
He slightly lowered his head, took a moment to calm himself, and then spoke as if casually chatting, “What did you just say? Say it again.”
Thelma: “???” After thinking for a moment, she said, “I said I want to get close to you, want to be held by you.”
“One sentence before that.” He interrupted her.
One sentence before that?
Thelma remembered, her face flushed, biting her lip as she said, “I said I love you.”
“How do you love me?”
His voice carried a hint of laughter, but the tone changed.
“Very much, love you to the bone, think about you every day, like a pervert…”
Before she could finish, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, swallowing the words that had yet to be spoken into his kiss.
It was a somewhat hurried kiss, yet it felt extremely lingering.
Thelma’s body stiffened for a moment, then she closed her eyes, her hands climbing up his neck, responding to him with all her excitement.
The room seemed to heat up instantly, filled with the sounds of kissing. Thelma felt a burning sensation in her heart, yet she was powerless, with only the act of kissing him left.
