Re: in-person: Holly NW/Noah NW
Noah felt it too. The relief. Instantaneous and overwhelming. He was reaching for Holly already, staying put with his elbow playing fulcrum on the console. He let the kiss clash and he wrapped his hand around the back of Holly's neck in an unconscious mirror. The door's hanging open and the Jeep's on the side of the highway and if a cop drove by, they'd probably stop just to see if everyone was okay, but Noah so wasn't thinking about that. He was thinking about Holly. He was feeling Holly. Tasting, breathing, touching, kissing Holly. And fuck all the memories, man. Fuck reminiscences and nostalgia for shit that sucked anyway. Because, dude, nothing was going to top this except the next moment and the one after that, right? That past could go to hell as far as Noah was concerned rn.