Noah’s hands ease down my arms, then he folds me into him. His front heating my back. He dips his head to my ear and whispers. “Lower your hands.”<br />“Nuh-uh.” My mind chants, <i> can’t make me, </i> followed by, <i> la, la, la. </i><br />“Baby, I’ve got no problem turning you around, propping you up on the sink and kissing you until you look at me.