Page 87 of More Than Just Friends

But like I’d said to Noah, I had zero regrets. I’d remember that night for the rest of my life.

I couldn’t get enough of him.

And it was more than just about the sex. It was the intensity.

The connection.

Somehow because it was him, it made everything a million times better.

We already had a great foundation: friendship and trust. That meant that I didn’t have to worry about all of the things that normally plagued my thoughts when I was screwing. For example, what the guy thought about my body. Whether he really liked me or this was just sex. If he’d call me again. How long until it’d be over and whether I should fake an orgasm now or wait an extra two minutes out of politeness.

With Noah, those questions weren’t even a consideration. I felt so safe and secure that I was able to just totally let go and enjoy myself to the max.

And the result was that I was more sexually satisfied in one night than I’d been in my entire life.

I might not have had questions like the ones that normally swam around my head, whilst we were in bed together, but I’d had a few since. Like, how was I supposed to be with any other man after this?

Noah wasn’t just the gold standard. He was platinum level. And he’d ruined me for life.

As I’d asked briefly earlier, I also wanted to discuss how we could manage this situation so that it didn’t ruin things between us once we were back in London. Although the sex was out of this world, our friendship was more important.

We’d agreed to talk about it later, but didn’t get the chance because we’d only had less than two hours’ sleep before we had to get up to shower, eat, then catch the boat back to Santorini. And unsurprisingly, we were so exhausted when we did, that we both slept for the entire journey.

Noah asked if I wanted to get lunch, but thankfully I’d had a massive breakfast (not ideal before a boat journey, but after all the calories I’d burnt, I needed it), so I’d said I just needed to rest.

I’d suggested we meet later instead. Hopefully then we’d have a proper chat. But right now, there was only one word I could think about: sleep.

I woke up to a flurry of messages, including texts from Sammie first asking how Mykonos was, then what I was doing now, before saying that she’d given up waiting for me to reply about whether I wanted to meet up and she had to go and do some wedding prep so to call her when I could.

There were also messages from Noah.

Seeing his name on my phone screen instantly made my stomach flip-flop. Funny how one night could change everything.

Noah

You awake?

I’m starving, so I’m going to the restaurant soon. Want to join me?

Guess you’re still sleeping. Let me know when you’re up. Got a surprise for you.

There went those stomach flutters again.

I bolted up in bed and started typing.

Me

I’m awake! Feeling human again (sort of!)

Oooh! A surprise! How exciting! Let me know when you want to meet.

It was just gone five in the afternoon so I felt bad that I’d wasted most of the day, but at least we still had the whole night ahead of us. I couldn’t wait to find out what my surprise was.

My phone pinged.

Noah

Can you be ready in half an hour? I’m taking you on a date.