Page 85 of I Never Stopped Loving You

Jeremy’s face suddenly pops in from the side. She places her hand on his forehead and shoves him out of the frame, looking embarrassed as fuck.

“Ah. So he didn’t leave. That would explain why my truck isn’t back yet,” I tease.

“We ended up falling asleep, and I slept through my alarm. So I just called off sick. You know Margie doesn’t care.”

“For the record, I didn’t tell her to call off,” Jeremy says as a small part of his head appears from the side.

Willow laughs and leans against me more, warming my chest with pride. She isn’t afraid to show her friend how comfortable she is here with me.

“You’re such a fucking lawyer, Remy. Anyways, what time are you coming home?” Jenna asks Willow, and I swear I can hear Jeremy growl in the background.

Willow turns to look at me for an answer to that question, but when I don’t answer, she just smiles and rests against me again.

“Not sure. I’ll text you.”

“Fine. Have fun. Oh, and Noah…”

“Yes, Jenna.”

“Remember what I said last night.”

All you see is her devilish smirk before the call ends, and Willow whips her head in my direction with her eyes narrowed.

“What did she say last night?”

Oh shit. Which time was she talking about? Was it her neck, the fact that she would kill me if I hurt Willow, or was it how Willow likes her hangover breakfast?

“She just said she’d kill me if I hurt you.”

“Jesus Christ. She threatened a lawyer?”

She slaps her palm against her face before rubbing her forehead.

“Why don’t you go get in the shower?”

“Shit, the shower. The water’s probably cold by now.”

She jumps up and quickly runs into the bathroom. I can hear the door open before I hear her gasp in shock.

“It’s still super hot. How?”

I walk over and lean against the doorframe, watching her in awe as she looks at the shower’s control panel.

“I had a very large hot water tank put in shortly after I moved in. I love long showers.”

“Me too. A hot shower does sound really nice.”

I wrap an arm around her and kiss the top of her head. I love how easily we fit together. It’s seamless, like she was always meant to be here.

“Good. You take as long a shower as you’d like. And like I said, just drop your clothes outside the door, and I’ll get them washed. I’ll put some clothes on the bed for you. Fresh towels are right there, and also a washcloth.”

I start to walk away, but I feel her delicate fingers wrap around my wrist.

“Noah?”

I turn back to her and pull her closer. She wraps her arms around my middle and rests her head against my chest. I wrap mine around her, holding her tight against me. Can she hear how fast my heart is racing? Can she feel the sparks that seem to flow between us? Does she feel the connection as strongly as I do?

“What is it?” I ask as I rest my head against the top of hers.