You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 857

Under the dim light of the underground parking lot, Noah leaned against the concrete pillar, held Vicente's waist with one hand, and pinched her chin with the other. Then he turned his head and kissed her.

Not only Michelle and Caroline widened their eyes, but also Vicente herself. Her beautiful eyes were wide open and her breath stopped.

Recently, Vicente had been hesitant to confess her love to Noah. Vicente had thought that she would be the one take initiative to do it, because she had thought of doing so countless times.

Even if Noah just treated her as his good friend, she still wanted to tell Noah, 'I like you. It's the first time I like someone in more than 20 years. I am obsessed with you. I don't think I will fall in love with anyone else except you.

Because I like you very much, I failed to control myself for the first time in my nearly thirty years' life. I couldn't control myself anymore and even had the idea of confessing my love to you.

What a crazy idea!'

But every time she saw herself in the mirror, men's suit pants, leather shoes, short hair and flat chest, she would instantly wake up.

She was a man and could only be a man.

How could a man express his love to another man? She might be disgusted by Noah, and be despised by other people if they knew it. What she was more afraid of was to bring trouble to Noah.

So she could only keep the original relationship with him and flirt with him occasionally as a reward. She didn't want to ruin their relationship.

But now, Noah pressed his lips against hers and improve their relationship.

His lips were warm, and he did not make any further movement. They just gently pressed together.

She was so close to him that her breath was light, as if she was afraid of disturbing someone.

Vicente seemed to have tasted a little sweet, like an orange-flavored lollipop.

It was strange. It was the first time that she had seen a man who was thirty years old and loved lollipops so much. He used to eat it to quit smoking, but now it seemed that he just liked eating candies.

Noah had been mentally prepared to be pushed away or even slapped by Vicente, but the expected result didn't come. He tightened his hands around Vicente's waist and lifted her up.

Vicente suddenly moved forward and stood on tiptoe. The temperature on her lips increased, and the breath that echoed in her ears seemed to be a little thicker.

She pushed Noah away and shouted in a man's voice, "Are you crazy? We are all men! "

Without any response, Noah leaned back and looked at her with a faint smile.

When what Vicente had been longing for finally came true, she couldn't believe it. Her eyes were flustered and she didn't dare to look at Noah. She turned around and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?" Noah pulled her back into his arms and pressed the back of her head. "We are all men, so what? I don't mind. "

"Are you gay?" Vicente looked up at him worriedly, "But Noah, I'm not gay. I'm straight."

"Me too." Noah smiled, bowed his head and whispered in her ear, "I know it, Vicente."

'I know you are a woman.'

The secret that had been kept for many years was known again. Vicente denied subconsciously, "What are you talking about? What do you know? I don't know what you are talking about. "

She tried to break away from Noah's arms again, but failed.

Noah held her tightly and looked down at the woman in his arms. For the first time, he saw her blush. The one who used to flirt with him with her phone all day long actually blushed.

"Okay, I know nothing."

The sound of wheels crushing the ground came from afar, and Vicente's blood pressure immediately rose. She patted Noah on the shoulder and said, "A car is coming. Hurry up, let go of me! I will be recognized. "

Noah looked to the direction of the voice and saw the car. Reluctantly, he let go of Vicente and pulled her into her car.

They sat in the back seats.

Vicente drove to look for Noah, so there were only the two of them in the car. They had been together before, but Vicente was a little nervous.