Chapter 6
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The sensitivity washes over me, more so than usual, and I have to actively relax my body as I begin rubbing small circles with the wetness that still coats the tips of my fingers.
He's dancing all over my mind.
I imagine pulling one of those curls away from his eyes, tugging on it with my finger. If I squeeze my eyes closed hard enough, I can picture him smirking at me, those cerulean blue eyes still twinkling.
I lean against the tiles and let a shaky breath fall from my lips.
The water rushes over my head, clings to my long hair, and falls down my body. I look down to watch it.
My finger gently turns in circles. My legs spread wide and a little wider.
I feel the pleasure begin building, my eyes fluttering open and closed as I lose myself in the feeling. The water rushes over my face and leaves my skin hot and pink.
The way his arm flexed when he put his hand behind my seat in the car. The bulge of his bicep. That tick in his sharp jaw.
Two of my fingers press together and I firmly press them down against my c**t before sliding further down, feeling the slick heat at my entrance.
"Mads?"
A small whine leaves my lips without my permission and my shoulder smacks against the wall as I try to correct my posture. I know Matt wouldn't come into the room - it's locked anyway, but my breath is heavy and my eyes are wide as I reply.
"What's up?"
The words are off, but he doesn't notice.
"Dinner will be ready in ten, alright?"
"Sounds good."
I don't hear him descend again, but the TV gets louder and quietly briefly, so he's gone back downstairs.
I feel too interrupted to get myself off now. Too guilty in his house. So I wash up as quickly as possible, get out and get changed without thinking about it.
It probably would've done me well to finish before seeing Noah again.
Fawning over him is going to get me nowhere. My mother would have a field day if she knew the effect that Matt's friend was having on me. She'd always teased me about his friends growing up, saying what a cliche it would be if I were to fancy one of them; luckily I never did and none of us had the hassle.
I don't fancy him.
I just need to get how fit he is out of my system once and for all, and then continue on with my life.
I put on my fluffy pajamas this time, covering up the pale skin underneath. My fluffy socks have Santa Claus on them even though it's only November.
Once I'm downstairs the smell of fried food hits me like a brick wall. I almost melt into the carpet of the living room. Noah and Matt have their backs to me, sat at the island on tall stools. There's another stool opposite them that I assume Matt has pulled out so we can eat together so I slink over to it.
"What, you're a chef now?"
Matt laughs as I sit down, golden-coloured chicken half chewed in his mouth.
"You're funny," he says. "We have an air-fryer."
I roll my eyes but my stomach rumbles at the sight of the fried food in front of me so I dig in and peer around them to look at the football match still playing on the TV.
"Are you ready for work tomorrow?" Matt asks casually.
"Hm? Oh. Yeah." I smile up at him. "We're about to start preparing the Christmas campaign so I should be pretty busy. I might get to plan the Christmas party this year."
"Christ, good luck to them." He turns to Noah. "She used to throw these ridiculous parties when we were in school - all out every time, for absolutely no reason. One time this boy broke up with her and she threw a divorce party."
Noah laughs and I smile with them both.
"You had fun, didn't you?"
"The divorce balloons were too much," he states. "What time do you need to be at work?"
"Nine. You really don't have to take me though, Noah."
"Oh it's no bother," he smiles. "I love driving, and I can start work whenever."
We pick at our food for a short while, all peering back at the TV intermittently.
Noah is quieter tonight, reserved and soft looking in baggy clothes. There's a gentle patter of rain against the kitchen door and I notice that there are droplets of water clinging to his hair.
Matt clears his throat.
"We have people coming around on Tuesday," he informs me. "Game night. It's a weekly thing."
I nod, smiling. My mind whirs immediately, wondering where I can scurry off to if they need the house.
"I can work late, it's no problem," I tell him. "Do your thing."
Noah's eyebrow raises and then they draw together as if pulled by a string.
"Mads, you're invited." Matt scoffs. "God, you think I'm gonna kick you out to get pissed with my mates, you moron?"
I throw a chip at him.
"They're nice. From Uni. I'd say you'll like them, but she never likes my mates." He directs that to Noah who chuckles, running a hand through his hair as he glances at my brother before shaking his head.
"That so?" He smirks.
"Mum always wanted her to get with one of them."
My fork scrapes against the plate, unable to help the laugh that leaves my lips: "I didn't know you knew that!"
"Your mum tried to set you up with one of his friends?" Noah asks.
"Not set me up," I smile around my fork. "She just wanted to me to date someone smart."
"Smart or not, I didn't like it," Matt huffs.
"Can you even imagine? I think I'd genuinely kill myself." I roll my eyes at him. "I'm not even kidding Maddie, the thought of you getting it on - no. Absolutely not. Gross."
I eye Noah for a split second, but he's looking down at his food, pushing it around the plate.
"Remember Liam?" Matt asks me.
I nod.
Liam was one of those friends in high school.
He was sweet, with this chocolate brown hair and puppy eyes, and he was always talking about electronics and some equation or another. He told me once that he wanted to be an engineer. It was in our final year of school, at the start, and then I didn't see much of him around the house after that.
"He had a thing for you."
My head shoots up. Noah is grimacing.
"He told Brad who told Lindsay who told me."
The information turns in my head and I feel a tilt in my neck as I look at the scowl on his face.
"You stopped speaking to him."
It's not even a question. I already know.
I couldn't place my finger on it until he'd said it, but Liam had suddenly stopped coming around the house. Those puppy eyes were no more and I'd barely even noticed.
Matt shrugs. I swallow the food in my mouth.
"You wouldn't want your mates shagging me, would you?"
I gulp and copy Noah, pushing the food around my plate.
Suddenly Noah doesn't seem so panty-dropping gorgeous anymore, because he's not Noah Laurier, he's Matt's Friend.
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