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I barely have time to inhale before his lips are on mine. Time has changed us in many ways, but none
so apparent as with his kiss. Before, I was kissing a teenager. Now? With the hard pressure of his lips, the expert force of his tongue as he pushes open my mouth, and how he steals my breath as his own, I’m definitely kissing a man. One who has been deprived of my air for far too long.
Noah groans when I nip his lower lip, sliding his tongue back into my mouth. Everything seems to happen quickly when I moan as his hands fall to grasp my breasts. He wraps his arms around my waist and moves us to lie on the couch. With one foot braced on the floor, his knee between my legs, he grabs the back of his collar and pulls off his shirt.
This body was not nearly as fit then as it is now. Those abs probably go on for days. I lean forward to press a kiss to my name. My fingernails lightly scratch down his chest and then I fumble with the button of his jeans.
Noah grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. He quickly unhooks my bra from the front and leans down; his mouth is giving plenty of attention to one of my breasts. What was I doing again? Oh, yeah. Trying to unbutton his shorts. It becomes like a race to shimmy out of our shorts. A condom seems to appear from thin air and then he’s pushing into me with a moan from me and an under-his-breath curse from him.
One thing is for certain.
Noah in the flesh is better than any memory or fantasy.
We’re lying on his couch, naked and satisfied, with only the blanket from the back of the couch covering us. Noah is running his fingers through my hair and placing a kiss on the top of my head every few seconds. His chest lurches once with his chuckle.
“You know, of all the times I’ve pictured where I’d fuck you if you were to come back to me, none of them were on this couch.”
I laugh. “Then where?”
“Against the door or in my bed. My bed is so much better than the one I had at my parents’ house or in my dorm at college.”
“There will be time for that later, promise. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m not going to wake up in the morning disappointed because it was all a dream?”
“Nope.” I kiss his tattoo.
“You love it, don’t you? Even with how much you tried to get me to change my mind, even with ratting me out to my mom so she could try too, you love that your name is permanently inked on my chest, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I confess, though I’m sure he already knew it.
“That makes all the shit I’ve had to hear about it worth it.”
I lift my head, pulling my arms up so I can rest my chin on my forearms. “What do you mean?”
“I can’t even count how many times a teammate has ragged on me because I have a tattoo for a girl who isn’t even mine anymore. Pictures were taken of me without a shirt during interviews and there it was, plain as day. Everyone who looked knew there was a tattoo of a girl’s name on my chest and I wasn’t dating her anymore. Not to mention the reactions of girls I was dating when they saw it, if they didn’t know about it already.”
“Would you have ever gotten it removed?” I ask, remembering he said one girl pressed him about it. Was it Erica?
“If I ever found someone to love as much as I love you, if she asked, then probably. I wasn’t removing it unless that happened, and it hasn’t.”
“I’m glad.” I turn to rest my cheek against his chest once more, my arms going down by our sides. Us, it’s been too easy so far. “How can it be like this?” I ask him.
“Like what?”
“So easy and seamless.”
“Let’s enjoy it, Mere. I’m sure we’ll hit a bump soon enough.”
Despite his words, I laugh. “Because we’re perfect for one another would’ve been a better answer.”
“That’s true too.”
We’re quiet for so long that I’ve nearly fallen asleep. I’m warm, relaxed, and tired. Noah, on the other hand, has been thinking.
“We should go to the hotel and get your things; you can stay here. How long do you think you’ll stay in Raleigh?”
“I don’t know.” Noah’s muscles tense beneath me, so I continue, “I don’t know because I don’t know what I’ll be doing with my life now. I guess it depends on what happens with my shoulder. I have plenty of time to waste, though. But if we’re together, then I’ll be here as long as you’re here.” One would think my biggest obstacle is my shoulder. It’s more likely that it’s actually the fact that I don’t know how to let go of my career. I’m still blindly holding onto hope that I can get back to playing form.
