Noah looked deeply in her eyes, "I promised you before, I will replace all of those bad and painful experiences with a beautiful one."

Carissa looked at him with eyes filled with love, "Why do you love me?" She was curious to know why he was ready to accept her, even though she is filled with flaws. Whether they are physical or mental.


"I don't know. I never had these feelings before. We don't have control on our heart…on our feelings. I just love you and there is no logic and reasons behind loving someone".

She smiled shyly, her face was red. She felt her cheek burning and the blood flowing in the opposite direction.

He leaned closer to have a clear view of her face, "Don't tell me, are you getting shy?" There was no way that he would let go of this golden opportunity to tease her.


She could not meet his eyes. Noah grabbed the back of her neck, their foreheads were touching. He looked like he was in a deep thought.

"What are you thinking?" She asked because he was not saying anything and looked stressed.


"What should I do? I am in trouble".

"What trouble?" He kissed lightly on her lips. "I think I won't be able to stop myself after a kiss".

Carissa blushed, where things were going she could understand. But she has to take a step to get out of the shell she has created. She moved forward to kiss his lips. Noah was surprised. She cupped his face with hand, she was kissing him messily but he did not mind at all. He can feel that she doesn't know what to do next, but this was making him anticipate her next step. She was burning him alive. At that moment, he felt how much he had been starving her touch. Whenever her skin was brushing his, it was igniting a fire. He has been waiting for this moment, waiting for this person without his knowledge.

His hands were roaming on her back. Noah held her shoulder and made her lie on the sofa. He was on the top of her. He deepened the kiss, and she was losing all of her sense, like everything vanished and he is the only one that exists.

Noah kissed her neck, and bit it. Marking her his. This man was making her go insane with just a single touch. Her hands were not sweaty. There was no falling in love. But just love.

Their breathing was getting heavy. He unbuttoned her collar and kissed her more wildly. She grabbed her tightly from his shoulder. When he was done devouring he looked in her eyes and kissed her forehead. "I love you". He whispered.

Noah helped her in getting up. Her clothes and hair were disheveled. He ran his fingers to adjust her hair. Carissa was feeling very shy. She could not meet his eyes. He buttoned up her shirt.

"Aren't you going back?" She asked as he looked very comfortable here meanwhile she was going insane.

"No, I came here to stay". He replied nonchalantly.

After what had happened, there was no way she could let him stay here. On the top of everything she is the one who took initiative. "Go back". She felt her voice like a whisper.

"We should try to get used to sleeping together". He was looking for excuses.

"We can do that later." She was not going to give up.

But he did not budge at all.

"Sleep here". She pointed at the couch.

Carissa went to take a shower and he went to her room and laid there like it was his room. When Carissa was done, she was wearing a pair of pajamas. But the water was dripping from her short hair. She was stunned to see him in the room.

'Damn it. He knows the pass-code of her room'. She cursed in her mind. But arguing with him was like hitting a nail in the mountain. She could only accept the reality. Retaliation was not an option here.

Carissa sat in the vicinity. He was observing all of her movements. Noah got up and came behind her. Carissa was going to blow dry her hair. He extended his hand, she looked at him with a question mark.

"Blow dryer". He simply replied.

"You don't have to. I can do it myself".

He glared at her from the mirror. This chilling gaze.... and it was night. She can easily become the prey of this Panther.

Carissa quietly passed him the blow dryer. With a lot of concentration and care he dried her hair and patted the back of her head, "Don't catch a cold". He was treating her like a kid.

He again went back to the bed and patted the space beside him. Carissa took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She took small steps and obediently laid by his side. Noah placed her head on his muscular chest and he was running his fingers in her hair. There was a complete silence. Sometimes silence can say a lot more than words. Both of them were enjoying the calamity. Within some minutes he felt her even breath.

It was still early, but she was fast asleep. It does not bother him, because he knows there's been times when she laid awake at night unable to sleep, no longer familiar with what it meant to rest. The moment she laid on the top of him, her head on his chest, her ear on his heart, while his fingers ran through her hair, he felt her thighs loosen, symbolizing how relaxed she is. Even though her days are chaotic, she is home to him. There is no falling in love. There is just love.