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“You got a hot date?” Noah asks playfully, eyeing me in my little black dress like he wants to devour me.
He does that sometimes.
Looks at me like he’s ready to tear my clothes off, toss me over his shoulder, and march us to his bedroom. There, he’d show me how much he cares for me. Slowly, gently. He’d tell me how different it is with me. How he’s waited more than a year into our relationship to sleep with me because of how…special I am.
He’d silence the insecurities I’ve had since we got together. I’m too skinny, too short …not as beautiful as all the girls he’s been with.
Not as…erotic.
It probably didn’t help that before we started dating, I was Noah’s best gal-pal.
Apparently, I was cool enough to give a nickname to and hang out with every day, but not to date.
I didn’t mind it. I liked having Noah as my best friend. We didn’t have any secrets but there were times I wished I wasn’t so up to speed on everything going on in his sex life. He wasn’t the type to kiss and tell, but somehow, if you wanted the scoop on Noah Reeves, Charlie was your girl. I was privy to it all!
And all the girls knew it. In fact, I’m pretty sure my phone number was being passed around like a fake ID. Once someone "got into the Noah club", so to speak, they’d pass it on to the next girl. And she’d call me up for the latest and greatest on Noah Reeves.
“Yes, he’s currently single.”
“No, I’m not sleeping with him.”
If I didn’t think it was mildly obsessive—I’d have made a spreadsheet for him.
And…maybe I was a little obsessed. Not with how much sex he was having. But why I was the exception to him screwing every girl on campus.
Noah: Caf closed. Food fight. Wanna grab lunch at Franco’s?
Me: Did you get it on video? Franco’s will be packed. Order in to the studio?
Noah: At studio. Be here in ten.
Me: Or else what?
Noah: Or else no anchovies.
Me: You wouldn’t dare.
When the girls and the calls and the talking started getting out of hand, and my crush turned into something I couldn’t ignore anymore, I had to tell him we should probably stop spending so much time together.
I was hoping not to get into detail on the why, but those penetrating blue eyes made me spill everything.
Like a freaking fire hydrant.
I thought he’d back up and tell me it was for the best that we don’t hang out much anymore.
But…he kissed me.
So fast.
So hard.
Like he’d been holding back as long as I had.
That was a year ago, and we are still going strong. Except for the non-existent sex part.
For some reason, he refuses to share why I’m not fuck-worthy.
So tonight... I’m making the move. I made dinner at his apartment, put on a sexy black dress since he hates all things purple, and even slapped on red lipstick, which I’m totally pulling off.
