“And before you ask, yes, it’s the same actress as in Pretty in Pink.”
I step away to the sound of his groan. Taking a quick shower to wash tonight off me, I throw on a pair of gray bed shorts and a matching tank. I brush my hair aside, letting it dry naturally as I head back to the living room.
Noah’s eyes turn as I sit down beside him.
“What?” I ask, grabbing the remote.
“You’re half-naked on me.”
“I’m not half-naked on you. This is bedwear from a very expensive boutique in Italy.”
“I can literally see all of your tits.”
My hands cover my chest while I turn to face him in shock.
“You’re such a man. The fabric isn’t see-through.” I remove my hands, trying to prove a point. “See?”
Noah’s face strains. “What do they charge you for a piece of fabric which barely covers you, and also, are you cold?”
I grab the pillow, smacking him with it, which causes my strap to slide and an accidental nip slip. “Oh, sod off!”
Noah laughs. “The Brit is back. And just so you know, ready when you are but with those girls on show, I probably won’t last long.”
“Hey, ground rules, buddy,” I remind him. “We’re just friends. The sexual innuendo stops here.”
“Can I make one more comment about your nipples?”
“No.” I yawn while using the remote. “I get it. I have big tits. Now shut up.”
“Is your yawn an indication of how boring the movie will be?”
I smack his arm. “Just watch, no questions.”
Only ten minutes into the film, he clears his throat. “Can I ask just one question?” he begs with his eyes and a naughty smile.
I pause the film, turning to face him with an annoyed glare.
“How much did you miss me?” He grins.
Unable to hide my smile, I nudge him before resting my head on his shoulder.
“No more questions,” I tell him before whispering. “And a lot. More than you can ever imagine.”
KATE
“I’m really going to miss this place.”
Charlie slaps a decent serving of French jam onto her pastry, moaning as she takes a bite. If I didn’t know better, she’s eating for two, though the copious amounts of alcohol consumed over the weekend would eliminate that idea.
“The place or the food?” I question her while drinking coffee, enjoying the warm liquid to pass through my mouth and ignite all my senses. “Are you sure you’re not pregnant?”
Charlie stops mid-bite, turning toward me with her mouth wide open. “Don’t you dare jinx me. Three girls are enough. Some women are built for large families, I’m barely able to use the toilet without being interrupted.”
Lex nods his head with a knowing smirk. “I’m going to agree with Charlotte on this, three is enough.”
Noah appears uncomfortable, and I’m gathering the subject of children being a sore spot for him. We’ve only talked briefly about it over the weekend since every time the topic was raised, he asked to discuss something else. Last night, we spent hours talking about absolute nonsense until he left just after midnight. I didn’t expect the idle chit-chat to be entertaining, but I haven’t laughed so hard in a while without an alcoholic drink in hand.
“Sorry, Noah,” Charlie murmurs, placing her food down. “Do you want to talk?”