Seth chuckled softly but didn't say anything else.
The car arrived safely at Seth's place.
It was the apartment she had rented for seven years.
Sitting in the car, Noreen looked up at the building, overwhelmed by a sudden wave of emotion.
Seth said, "This spot offers the most privacy and the best view."
Noreen's heart skipped a beat.
How many nights had he spent searching before finding this exact parking spot?
When she heard him say those words...
*As long as the light in your window was on, I felt like my night wasn't wasted.*
Her heart swelled with intense heat.
Seth had spent countless silent nights waiting alone, just for a distant glimpse of the light in her window.
The softest part of her heart felt as if it had been gently nudged, filling her with a heavy, burning ache.
She suddenly felt an agonizing pang of sympathy for the Seth of the past.
But she couldn't make amends to the past Seth; all she could do was comfort the Seth sitting beside her now.
She turned to look at the sharp contours of his profile, she unbuckled her seatbelt as if possessed.
Reaching over the cold center console, she braced her hands against Seth's chest, leaned in, and kissed him.
Seth froze for a second, then quickly cupped the back of her neck and kissed her back.
The kiss was soft at first, like snow landing on skin, but it quickly caught fire.
Her fingers tangled into the collar of his coat, while his palm pressed firmly against her waist. Their heavy breaths mingled in a desperate, uncontrollable greed.
The contact between their lips was slick and scorching.
Neither wanted to pull back, right up until he had her trapped between his chest and her seat, leaving her breathless.
Eventually, Seth turned his head away, his ragged breathing tickling her ear. His voice was incredibly hoarse.
"Do you still want to eat cake? Because if you do..."
Noreen still refused to lift her head. She was as red as a tomato and absolutely could not show her face.
And the one responsible for all of this was the man sitting right in front of her.
Frustrated, she gave him a sharp pinch.
Seth winced slightly at the pain, but he was highly amused.
Once the guard was completely out of sight, he pulled her out of his arms and assured her, "I guarantee no one else is going to walk up on us. Come on, let's head upstairs and I'll bake you that cake."
Even after they got upstairs, the heat radiating from Noreen's face still hadn't faded.
Before opening the door, Seth leaned in and whispered the passcode to her.
It sounded like a specific date.
Noreen asked instinctively, "What's the significance of that date?"
Why would it be important enough for him to use as a password?
A cryptic smirk played on Seth's lips. "Are you sure you want to know?"

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