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“So, does that mean you do know who did it? Why haven’t you said anything?”
“Liam, please, can we just drop it, yeah? Yes, I know who it was, and I’m not talking about it beyond that. The matter is closed, and I just want to leave it there. All you need to know is that I’m safe.”
He scoffs, and for the first time in our friendship, he looks pissed off. We’ve never fought or had one bad word to say to each other.
“You’re kidding me, right? I’m your best friend, Chase. What the hell has happened to you recently? You’re more closed off, almost secretive. It isn’t like you,” he says.
“You know what happened. Life has hardly been a bed of roses, Liam. I’m entitled to be a little off. I can’t keep up the happy charade all the time.”
I’m defensive, but nothing I’ve said isn’t true.
“I know. Shit. I’m sorry, Chase. I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything. I just worry and don’t want you to think you can’t come to me.”
“And I will if I need to, but for now, we can just move on. You’re a great friend, Liam. I do appreciate you.”
“So you should. Nobody can top my friendship abilities,” he says, and we both laugh. The tension has thankfully faded. Introducing Noah into my life is going to be way more complex than I ever could’ve imagined.
Sagging backinto my office chair, I let out a sigh of relief knowing this day is over. I’m nervous and excited to see Noah’s home, but I’m looking forward to getting a bit more insight on the guy.
A text alert disturbs my drifting mind. Of course, it's Noah.
N:
Time to go, baby. I’m outside.
Why do I blush like a school kid with a crush when he calls me baby?
I’m unable to stop myself from smiling as I stand and grab my stuff, impatient to go to him. I can’t wait for us to be back in our bubble where I can pretend we’re normal. That Noah is normal.
I quickly walk towards the exit, almost running, not wanting to bump into Liam. I don’t want to have to lie, or worse, for him to see who I’m with. I’m not ready for that discussion today.
The chilly air greets me, and it brushes away any worries and stresses of the day. Noah’s car is idling across the street, out of view enough that anyone leaving work wouldn’t see me. As soon as I jump in the passenger seat, he grabs me for an indecent kiss, which I lap up with every bit of enthusiasm I can summon.
When we pull away, I take advantage of his attention being focused on driving to watch him. He’s so fucking sexy it should be illegal. While his face and body are perfect in every way, it’s his hands I can’t take my eyes off. The way they grip the wheel, which makes the veins on his hands more prominent. His long, thick fingers and the way they flex, and those hot as-hell rings. Memories of those fingers inside me have me shuffling in my seat, trying to temper the urge to straddle him as he drives. I feel so needy when we are this close.
He catches me staring from the corner of his eye, and a smirk curls at his mouth. So sue me. I think I’ve gone past coy when it comes to him. He has a professor’s level of knowledge about me and my body.
We stay silent, and it doesn’t feel awkward. I’ve noticed that about Noah. He doesn’t possess the ability to be socially awkward, he just talks and acts when he needs to. He never fills the silence with chit-chat or nonsense. He allows you to just be. It’s refreshing. I know whatever he says, it means something. He won’t just talk shit for the sake of it.
Before I know it, we are driving into an apartment complex parking lot. He parks in a reserved space before I get out and follow him into the building. I know he’s rich, but I never think about it because we’re always at my place. But now, this is another reality that smacks me in the face, another huge difference between our worlds. A flicker of discomfort hits me as we get closer to his apartment.
I’ve never experienced wealth like this before. This is just another hurdle that I’ll have to accept when it comes to Noah.
CHAPTER 33
NOAH
We enter my apartment and I let Chase go in ahead of me. I watch as he hesitantly moves around my space. I like him here, and I’m reluctant for him to leave.
“Wow, this is incredible, Noah. Look at that view!”
I closely follow behind him. He stands at the window-covered wall that overlooks the city. Being on the top floor offers fantastic views, and you feel like a god looking down on everyone here.
My hands reach out to touch him, like a thread I can’t snap. I could watch him for hours. I’ve memorized so much about him, every feature, imperfection, expression, body language. I could clone him from memory and feel alone. It annoys me that I can’t peek inside his body to familiarize myself with his internal organs, the size of his heart, everything down to the microscopic DNA of his blood. I want to know it all.
Resting my hands on his shoulders, he pushes back into the touch. I want to savor him all night, but I need just a little taste to tide me over. I grab him under the chin, twisting his head back to meet mine, and kiss him hard. I force my tongue as far as itcan go into his mouth, lapping up all his flavors that set my taste buds on fire.
“We eat, then fuck,” I say, and he quivers.
