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He showed her the smear of ice cream on his thumb, looking far too amused.

“Not a word, Noah.”

He smiled innocently.

Finally, they approached her door.

“I don’t want this to be over,” she whispered, opening her door.

“Me either.” He followed her into her apartment. “Wanna watch a movie?”

She nodded.

Soon enough, they were settled on the couch. This time, there was no space between them.

She was leaned against him, and his arm was around her.

Because they didn’t have to wonder if it was okay.

It was.

It was more than okay.

The movie ended and neither of them moved. Claire looked at Noah. He was already looking at her. A small smile tugged at his lips.

“What?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

She laughed softly. “You’re looking at me.”

“I know.”

Silence settled between them again, not awkward, just quiet. Comfortable.

“Claire,” Noah finally said.

She looked at him. Something in his expression had changed. The teasing was gone. He looked almost nervous, which somehow made her more nervous too.

“Can I kiss you?”

Of course he would ask.

Of course he would make sure she was okay.

Claire’s heart pounded in her chest.

She didn’t answer right away.

Not because she wasn’t sure. She was absolutely sure.

Because suddenly every inch between them felt noticeable.

His knee was pressed lightly against hers. His arm rested along the back of the couch behind her. She could feel the warmth of him beside her, close enough that if she leaned forward even slightly, there would be no space left at all.

And all she could think about was everything that had brought them here.

The coffee.