** Warning this chapter contains sexual content**
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"Thanks," she murmured, breathing in Noah's manly cologne on the jacket as she felt the warmth, she felt relaxed and happy.
Noah's lips curved in response. Ivy stole a small peek at the older man before directing her attention back to the night sky.
Noah looked anything but awkward. How on earth could Noah stay so composed after the confession was beyond Ivy. He tried not to act too shy, reminding herself that it shouldn't come as a shock. Didn't Thomas tell him countless times that Noah was concerned about him?
"What are you thinking?" Noah stared at Ivys bright eyes and small blush on her cheeks.
"No—nothing," she said nervously, without looking. "Just enjoying the breeze and the stars."
