Noah's POV:
Pulling Blake out of the taxi was so difficult. I'd had a little to drink and he was a dead weight, so in the end I dragged him out of the car and threw him over my shoulder. Carrying him to the flat killed my back and I was glad to finally see the sofa to lay him down on. After turning on the cold water tap, I stretched my back before filling a glass with water, then placed it on the coffee table next to him. Turning around to head to bed, I saw Georgia watching me from the doorway. I smirked as I walked towards her. She was so drunk, but she looked so beautiful. I winked at her as I walked past her to head up to my room and when I reached the top of the stairs, I saw Molly sitting on the floor outside my door.
"Where have you been? Have you been with her all this time?" She
