"You
are,"
Noah said with a laugh, his arms keeping tight around her waist. He was glad for the evening with Odette because it had been far too long before the two of them had a night where the only expectations of them were to show up and look nice. No orders to follow, no photographers to pose for, and though he loved them dearly, no children to chase around. It had been a very long time since they'd both been a bit lopsided because of some very good drinks, and he sure as hell could not recall the last time they'd snogged so thoroughly within such a close radius of other people.
He was really enjoying thoroughly snogging his wife.
Why had they stopped? Being drunk didn't mean you
stopped snogging, it usually made it better, emotions heightened, every little touch and grab electrified the body and---yes, they should not have stopped. Noah's grip around Odette shifted to pull her up and back up against his chest. His hand moved to her back to keep her flush against his chest and he kissed Odette. Noah pushed his fingers through her hair, not at all finding it rude that he was man-handling his wife against a tree.
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