2. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Noah
I watch her move across the room, her camera swinging lightly at her side, as she weaves through the crowd toward the dance floor. Her focus is unwavering, lost in her work, just as it should be.
But there’s something about her.
Blossom. At least, that’s what I heard Kelsey call her.
I’ve noticed her all day: her energy, her quick smile, and the way she handles herself with such grace despite the whirlwind of activity. It’s hard to ignore her.
She’s got this effortless charm, even in the middle of all the chaos. Her dark blue shirt hugs her frame just right, and her black slacks fit her perfectly. It’s nothing flashy, nor over the top.
The way she moves is confident, casual, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She has a captivating quality.
I don’t know why I’m so drawn to her. I can’t explain it.
Maybe it’s the way her green eyes catch the light, or how she seems to light up the room without even trying.
Maybe it’s the subtle curve of her lips as she interacts with people—friendly, warm, genuine.
Maybe it’s the fact she’s a total fox. She’s easily the prettiest girl in this entire venue.
I drag my gaze away, but it’s hard to keep my eyes off her. Maybe it’s just the moment, the way she fits in here, or maybe it’s just her .
I push my drink toward the bartender, turning away from the scene and trying to focus on something else. But I feel the pull again, and it makes me wonder if I’m just imagining things or if she feels it too.
I take a slow sip of my drink, letting the amber liquid settle in my chest. The weight of the glass in my hand does little to dull the ache that’s been with me for years now. The ache of loss, of loneliness. I try not to think about it, but the thoughts creep in anyway.
It’s been five years since she passed. Four years since my world shifted. My wife. The one person I trusted with everything. But now she’s gone, and it’s like I’ve been wandering through life, frozen in time, unable to move forward.
I think about Blossom again.
I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.
She’s been on my mind more than I’d like to admit tonight.
It’s not just her looks. She’s got this warmth, this light that seems to radiate from her.
And maybe that’s what makes it all the more difficult to ignore.
As I’m lost in thought, a strong hand claps me on the back, pulling me from my reverie. It’s Daniel, the groom. He pulls me into a quick embrace. “Noah, my man!” he says, grinning ear to ear. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you being here. I couldn’t think of anyone better to have by my side today.”
Daniel’s one of the wealthiest restaurant owners in Manhattan. He’s well-connected, but more than that, he’s a genuine guy. A friend.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I say, offering him a smile. “You know that.”
He nods, his gaze flicking briefly across the room, landing on Blossom. I don’t follow his line of sight, but he smirks, his tone turning playful. “I see you, Noah. You’ve been looking at that photographer a little too much, huh? She’s cute, man.”
I chuckle awkwardly, brushing him off with a wave. “It’s just...professional curiosity,” I say, trying to play it cool. “I’m here for the wedding, not the photos.”
Daniel laughs, clearly unconvinced. “Sure, sure. You’re not fooling anyone.” He pats me on the back and turns back to the dance floor, still grinning.
I watch Daniel walk off, shaking his head with a chuckle. There’s a part of me that’s annoyed. I don’t know why, but I feel a flicker of frustration. Not with him, he’s just doing what friends do, calling me out. But with myself .
I can’t seem to stop thinking about her. I take another drink, trying to clear my mind.
The wedding is in full swing now. The bride and groom are dancing, the crowd cheering them on. The age gap between them is noticeable, but it works. The way they move together, it’s as if they’ve known each other for a lifetime.
I glance back at Blossom again, still busy with her camera. But this time, she’s not snapping photos. She’s standing off to the side, her camera resting at her side.
For the first time today, I get a glimpse of her, not as a photographer, but as a woman. Her gaze flits across the room, lingering briefly before she takes a breath and shifts her weight from one foot to the other.
I can’t seem to stop myself. My eyes lock onto her again, and I feel an impulse I can’t ignore. I take the shot, just to capture her, in this moment, this rare moment when she’s not working.
Then I take a step toward her, the crowd swirling around me.
It’s time we were introduced.
I make my way toward Blossom, and she doesn’t notice me until I’m right in front of her. She blinks, surprised, then immediately puts on that bright, warm smile of hers.
“Hey,” I say, trying to sound casual, but even my voice betrays me. “I was wondering if you’d like to dance.”
Her eyes widen, and she takes a small step back. “Dance?” she asks, laughing nervously. “I don’t...I’m not really here to dance. I’ve got all my equipment packed up, and I should probably be heading out soon.”
Her words sting, but I push through. “You’ve got time,” I reply, trying to sound more convincing than I feel.
Before she can decline again, Kelsey, the bride, approaches us, her face glowing with happiness. “Blossom, you’re amazing,” she says, giving Blossom a tight hug. “Thank you so much for everything. You’ve captured all the memories perfectly.”
Blossom laughs softly. “It’s my pleasure. Truly.”
The bride looks at Blossom with pleading eyes. “You’re staying, right? Please—come on, dance with us! You’ve earned it.”
Blossom hesitates, but then her expression softens. She looks up at me, and without another word, she slips her hand into mine.
“I’m Noah, by the way,” I say, my heart pounding. “What’s your name?”
She smiles, that soft, sweet smile that’s both welcoming and somehow makes me feel like I’ve known her for years. “Blossom.”
Her unique name leaves a strange warmth in my chest, like a flicker of hope I haven’t felt in a long time.
We step onto the crowded dance floor, and I take her hand, feeling the electric pulse of the music as it vibrates through the air. The crowd is already hyped up, moving to the beat, and for a moment, Blossom hesitates. Her body stiffens, like she’s unsure of what to do. I can’t help but smile, because I know exactly how she feels.
Then the DJ switches to a hip-hop track, and the crowd erupts, cheering as the tempo drops, and the energy shifts. Bodies start to gyrate, the floor alive with movement. I catch Blossom’s eye, and she laughs, a nervous but genuine sound. Her cheeks flush, and she shifts her weight from foot to foot, looking like she’s ready to bolt.
But I pull her closer, nudging her with my hip. “Come on, just let go,” I say with a grin, and she looks up at me, her jade eyes wide with playful uncertainty.
Slowly, she starts to move with the music, her body loosening up, and I can feel the moment shift between us. The lights over the dance floor dim, casting a smoky glow on the crowd, and everything becomes an intoxicating blur of colors and movement.
As we sway together, there’s a rhythm between us that feels almost too natural. The electricity between us is undeniable. Her body moves against mine, and I can feel her warmth, her energy. The daring look in her eyes says she’s no longer shy; she’s fully in the moment now.
And I can’t tear my gaze away from her.
After a while, the music shifts again, the beat slowing as we take a breather. Blossom pulls back just enough to catch her breath, but she’s still laughing, a carefree sound that makes something inside me loosen.
“You know,” she says, wiping a strand of hair from her face, “I didn’t think I had it in me to dance like that. But, hey, this place is full of surprises.”
“I can’t say I mind it,” I reply, giving her a grin. I’m definitely feeling the alcohol now, there’s warmth spreading through me, and the edge of my usual restraint is starting to slip. But it’s not just the booze.
It’s her.
It’s the way she makes me feel alive again, the way her laughter is contagious, her smile bright enough to make me forget about everything else.
We head toward the bar, weaving through the crowd, and I catch myself leaning in a little closer than I need to. Blossom orders a glass of wine, and I ask for another whiskey, my hand resting on the counter, fingers tapping lightly to the beat of the music.
“So, you’re a wedding photographer, huh? You must have seen some...interesting things,” I tease, raising an eyebrow.
She laughs, her eyes lighting up. “You have no idea. Some weddings are like fairy tales, and others are...well, let’s just say, ‘interesting’ doesn’t even cover it.”
We both laugh, and she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, the soft movement catching my attention. Without thinking, I reach up, gently pushing her hair back, my fingers lingering a little longer than they should.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, and it comes out quieter than I intended.
Still, I can see the flicker of surprise in her eyes.
We stand there for a moment, the energy between us shifting, quiet now, but still charged. The air feels thick, and when our eyes meet again, something passes between us.
Something unspoken but intense.
My pulse picks up, and before I can second-guess it, I lean in and kiss her.
It’s not forceful, not rushed.
Just a slow, tentative meeting of lips, like we’re both testing the waters. The moment my lips touch hers, I feel a spark, like everything else fades away. It’s natural, but unexpected.
When we pull away, I feel heat rush to my face. “I’m sorry, I…” I start, but she stops me.
“What for?” she asks, her voice quiet, amused. “I liked it.”
I blink, stunned.
She liked it?
That catches me off guard, but in the best way. My heart is racing, and my mind is spinning. But then I smile, a little more confident.
“Good. Because I’ve been thinking about it all night.” I run a hand through my hair, trying to keep things cool, but the truth is, my pulse is still pounding. “Listen, I...I don’t want the night to end here. How about we go somewhere quieter? My place?”
She hesitates, but just for a moment, before she smiles that smile that has my heart in my throat. “Sounds good.”
We make our way out of the venue, and I help Blossom carry her camera gear to my car. The night air feels cool against my skin, the city’s lights flashing around us, each streetlamp a beacon as we walk.
We get in the car, after stowing her camera bags in my trunk, and the city’s pulse beats around us.
The drive back to my place is filled with the quiet hum of the engine and the occasional soft laugh between us. I keep my eyes on the road, but I can’t help stealing glances at her. There’s something magnetic about her, something I can’t shake.
She’s different from the women I’ve been with since Whittney: no games, no walls, just real, raw energy. She makes me feel alive again.
Her hand brushes mine in the car, and I don’t pull away. It’s unexpected, but natural. Her touch sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I find myself leaning closer, just enough to feel the warmth of her skin next to mine.
We don’t say much as I drive, but every minute spent in the car feels like we’re growing closer, something I haven’t felt in a long time. The air between us is charged, filled with an anticipation I can’t quite place.
I’m not sure what this is, maybe it’s just tonight, maybe it’s more, but there’s something about Blossom that I can’t ignore.
Something that makes me want to see where this goes.
I park the car in the private lot behind the hotel, the engine rumbling to a stop. As I step out, I’m struck by the vibrancy of the city above us.
The skyline is alive with neon lights, the stars obscured by the glow of the city, but the view is no less breathtaking. The skyscrapers reach up like fingers brushing the sky, and the glow of Manhattan’s nightlife creates an almost electric atmosphere that fills the air.
The city pulses with life, but right now, it feels like it’s just me and her, this moment suspended in time.
Blossom is already out of the car, walking alongside me. She glances up at the twinkling lights, her eyes reflecting the shimmering cityscape.
I feel a strange pull toward her, something deeper than just tonight, but I don’t have time to think too hard about it. I want her in ways that make my head spin, but the last thing I need is to complicate things.
We slip through the back entrance of the Hudson Hotel, avoiding the main lobby, where the bustle of guests could slow us down. The doors open to a sleek, quiet hallway that leads to a private elevator. It’s just us here, no one else to interrupt.
As the elevator ascends, the tension between us builds. The soft hum is drowned out by the heat between us.
Without saying a word, I pull her into a kiss, a kiss that feels like it’s been waiting to happen all night. Her lips are soft, tentative at first, but soon we’re both lost in it—this kiss is full of heat, hunger, and something I can’t quite name.
We part only when the elevator dings, signaling our arrival at the top.
My penthouse.
I open the door, and as she steps inside, I can’t help but feel that everything is changing.
My hands grip her sleek body as we enter the doorway, and I kick the door closed with the flick of my foot behind me. The smell of her vanilla and rose perfume takes my breath away, I literally wish I could inhale her like the pull from the finest cigar and hold her in my lungs forever.
Her laugh is addictive. It makes me eager to hear the sound of her moans and sighs, and my hands explore more than just her refined waist and curvaceous hips.
My fingers slide beneath her shirt, feeling the silky fabric lift off of her soft, supple skin. Her nipples, pointed and hard, welcome my touch as I swirl my fingertips against her skin.
Blossom’s light moans bring me to my knees, and I lift her into my arms, my hands grabbing her beneath her perky ass and lifting her up to face me. Her soft lips envelop me in kiss after kiss, and I sit down on the couch, letting her straddle me from above.
She smiles down at me, her dark shadow only partially lit by the lights of the city outside.
I grab the edge of her shirt and lift it over her head, exposing her pink, frilly bra that makes my dick stiffen even harder against the front of my slacks. I bury my face against her, licking and sucking at her skin.
“Oh, yes, Noah,” she sighs, and I love the way my name sounds as it comes out of her mouth.
I grind up against her as I continue to trail kisses from her chest to her collarbone. I nibble gently against her small, bony shoulder and she laughs, recoiling from me.
“Where are you going?” I say playfully, a slight growl in my voice that elicits even more giggles from her. Her chestnut hair drapes down over me, washing me in a soft waterfall of rose and vanilla scent.
The taste of her skin puts me on edge and makes me want to take this further. My hands slip around to the back of her bra and I pull the hooks loose, my mouth falling on her perfect tits.
She moans my name again, her head falling backward, and I take one of her pebbled nipples in between my teeth, gently tugging as I look up at her. She’s shivering a little, her hips grinding against my aching cock.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I whisper to her.
Her hands fall to my belt and she pulls it apart, a delicate smile still stretched across her luscious lips. A small gasp leaves her lips as she takes in the size of my cock before she drops to her knees in front of my couch.
She grips me, a teasing glint in her eye as she opens her mouth and takes me, teasing my head with soft flicks of her tongue.
I groan, stretching backward into the sofa, getting lost in the feeling of her pleasuring me. My hand falls to the back of her head, I don’t push down, but I take joy in feeling the way she bobs back and forth and comparing each motion with how good it’s making me feel.
She picks up the pace, quickening her movements, and before long I pull myself away from her, laughing.
“What?” she asks, a confused smile on her wet lips.
“Your turn,” I hiss, picking her up into my arms and laying her across the couch.
I leave kisses along her stomach, trailing down further and further, until my face is up against her crotch and my hands are at the buttons of her pants. She looks down at me, a hint of nervous excitement on her face, and I bite my lip, staring up at her as I pull the button and zipper of her pants apart.
With a fluid motion, I pull her pants down, leaving her pink matching panties on.
A matching set…boy I’m a lucky man.
“I like your bra and panties,” I whisper, placing my hands against the outside of her moist panties.
Her back arches as she presses against me with her hips. “Th-thank you,” she sighs before I bring her to another mounting cascade of moans, her wetness quivering and pulsing with every touch of my fingers. With a quick flick, I slip beneath her panties, pleasing her directly, feeling the soft, slippery folds of her beautiful pussy.
I pull her panties off and dive my face against her, sucking and licking against her hard little clit. She groans my name again, riding against my face, and I grab her hips with my hands, steadying her, making her feel every movement of my tongue and lips.
She gets wetter and wetter until I bring her to the edge, making her gush against me, and I love every moment of it.
She sighs, her chest heaving, and I pick her up again, cradling her in my arms and setting her down in front of the window looking over Manhattan.
“Lean against the window.”
“Can anyone see us?”
“No, it’s one-way windows. We can see out, they can’t see in.”
Blossom takes a moment, standing naked in the reflection of the flashing lights, and I see a smile stretch across her face as her hands touch the glass windows and her ass pokes out for me.
I walk slowly behind her, taking in the view of her open legs, her voluptuous ass gently hanging open, showing off the familiar slit of her pussy.
“Your pussy is absolutely amazing,” I purr, taking my hard, throbbing dick into my hand and pressing it against her. She groans, her back arching as she feels me slide against her clit and opening, just teasing her for now.
“I love how wet you are for me. I love feeling you drip down my cock.”
“Oh, God, Noah,” she whispers, and in the dim light I can see her face blushing.
“Are you nervous?” I hiss in her ear before pressing into her entirely, and the beautiful, undulating moan she lets out is almost like a note from a song. With each stroke I feel her shudder, her walls vibrating and throbbing against me.
Already I can feel the urge to cum brimming within me, but I hold back, wanting to give her everything I have before I’m done with her.
Her left hand falls from the glass as I pound her, and I grab her arm, pulling it behind her playfully.
“Yes, oh, fuck yes!” she screams. “Please, Noah, fuck me hard!”
I press against her harder as she bends over more, and I feel her open up more than before. My right hand falls to the flesh of her hip and I grip it.
With a loud groan we finish together, and I lean against the window next to her, taking her into my arms, and feeling her hot juices soak me.