Chapter 16 Produce Our Real Luna

• Storm's POV
• Noah's eyes were fixated on me, I took a good look at him, his usually shaggy hair was slicked back and he was dressed in a black tuxedo that clung to his body, he had shaved his beards. He exuded confidence and authority. Our eyes looked and I ran my tongue over my lip unconsciously. The sexual tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Tasha cleared her throat and we broke eye contact.
• "Storm, you look exquisite, simply divine." He took my hand and brought it up to his lips, placing a light kiss on it. I shivered as tingles ran through my body.