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We lie on his bed, legs and arms entangled, neither wanting to break away.
“We just had sex,” Noah says.
“Yeah.”
“In my house.”
“Yeah.”
“After you followed me home.”
“Yeah.” I trace over the cuts of muscle on his chest. “Do you regret it?”
After a long pause that has my breath hitching, he finally answers. “No. Which is fucking terrifying.”
“Why?”
“Because now I don’t know how to pretend I don’t want this.”
“So don’t.”
He lets out a frustrated sigh. “It’s not that simple.”
“It is. We’ll figure it out.”
“And if Alex finds out? If anyone finds out?” He looks at me. “You know what’s at stake. How the hell can we not crash and burn?”
“I told you. We’ll figure it out. All I know is that I want this. I want you. The rest doesn’t matter.”
He lays an arm over me. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Be with someone. Trust someone. Let someone in.”
“Good thing I’m patient.”
“You’re not patient. You followed me home and demanded I let you in.”
“Fair. But I can learn.”
He almost smiles. “This is going to be complicated.”
“Everything worth having is.”
“That’s such a cliché.”
“Doesn’t make it less true.”
We drift off after that. I’m not sure when but I know I’ve never slept more comfortably in my life.
Everything just changed.
And for the first time in weeks, I don’t feel like I’m fighting something I can’t win.
I feel like maybe we both finally stopped running.
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