29. Meeting the parents
The rest of the week flew by with Noah and I spending every night together. If I had to work at the restaurant I would sleep at his and if not he was at my home. Most of our time together was spent talking, something we might had done to little of before. We both had difficulties talking about that night, it was something that kept us from moving on. On one evening Noah decided that, seeing he had too much trouble getting his head wrapped about it, it had been a threesome. Yes, I had screamed the others guy’s name but he had forgiven me for that. That was it for Noah, it was all in the past. For me it was a little different, I did understand it but I was already happy that it wasn’t a problem between us anymore. On friday he had asked if I was still accompany him to his parents, his grandm
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