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He pulls back, his gaze searching mine. My stomach gurgles, easing some of the tension. I’m nervous to tell him, because part of me is worried he’ll tell me to go and then where does that leave us?
I walk into the kitchen, the smell of spaghetti and garlic bread filling my nostrils. Noah moves about with ease, plating up two servings as I watch the movement of his body. His arms flex and his muscles ripple under the tight fabric of his t-shirt. When he’s done, he carries the food over to the table, throwing me a wink as he passes. He’s lit two candles, adding to the intimacy.
My voice comes out almost wistful. “You know, a girl could get used to this kinda treatment.”
Noah pulls back a chair and inclines his head. I really don’t need to be asked twice. Sidling over to the table, I take the offered seat and inhale the tomato-y aroma from the plate in front of me. It looks so good.
He’s marriage material, that’s for sure.
The thought catches me off guard. I gobble the delicious pasta down like I’m a pig with a full trough, distracting myself from the spiral that will inevitably come.
Moans spill from my lips as I devour the food in front of me. Reaching out, I pick up a slice of garlic bread, dipping it in the sauce. When the flavors explode on my tongue, I wiggle in my seat, unable to sit still.
With a heated gaze, Noah watches me, his untouched plate sitting in front of him. His voice is thick with lust when he asks, “Are you enjoying that?”
Nodding, I finish my mouthful before replying, “Yes. Thank you.”
Resting his fork on the edge of his plate, Noah picks up his wine glass, bringing it to his lips. The motion of his throat bobbing as he takes a sip momentarily distracts me from my food.
Why is his throat so sexy?
It’s thick and strong…
Goodness, what is wrong with me?
Humor laces his words, as he asks, “What’s your news?”
Right. Stop being a perv, Van.
“Oh. Well, I got a part for a small show.”
A wide grin splits across his face and he puts his glass down. Leaning across the table, he gives me his full attention. “Shit, Van. That’s amazing. When do you start?”
Twisting my mouth, I look down at my plate, suddenly not so hungry. With too much precision, I place my fork on the edge, buying myself some time before I lift my gaze to his. “I think I’m gonna turn it down.”
Noah’s brows tug together as he asks, “Why? Isn’t this what you want to do? Won’t it help you get closer to being on Broadway?”
Right now, I hate that he knows what my dreams are, because I know Noah and he’ll push me to achieve them. No matter what.
My gaze moves to look out the window at the snow blanketing the city. It brings me a sense of peace before I turn to him. “I have responsibilities, including signing a lease tomorrow for my own apartment. And I’ll need to keep up with the jobs I have to pay for that. There’ll be other roles, I’m certain.”
Confusion fills Noah’s voice and his brows tug together forming a groove when he asks, “What do you mean you’re signing a lease tomorrow?”
He’s got to see how odd this is. Us living together. And sleeping together. Especially when we aren’t anything more than a hookup. At least I think we aren’t.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit weird living with your booty call? I mean, even when I move out, we can still hook—”
My words are cut off when Noah pushes back his chair, standing above me. He puffs out his chest before he bends, resting his splayed hands on the table. His face is inches from me and I squirm in my seat. Anger mixed with lust swirls in his hazel gaze.
With an oddly calm voice that portrays none of the angry fire raging in his eyes, he says, “Savannah, you’re not a fucking booty call and if you refer to yourself like that again, I’ll make it so you can’t sit on your ‘booty’ for afuckingweek. You are my girlfriend. End of story.”
Amusement fills my face at the same time as my chest flutters with excitement. Folding my arms over my chest, I tilt my head as I ask, “Do I get a say in that?”
Noah huffs out a laugh as he collapses into his chair. Scrubbing his hand over the back of his neck, he replies, “Well, of course you do.”
“Okay. Because I have standards for my boyfriends.”
He cocks a brow. “Really?”
