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“I am so glad you said it! Because I love you too! I mean, obviously, I already said it once.” Noel basically jumps into my arms. “And you are not mad that I gave your brother attitude?”

I take his face between my hands, brushing over his cheeks with my thumbs. “Why would I? You were amazing. Thank you for having my back, Noel.”

twenty-three

*NOEL*

“Okay, you were right, your mom’s desserts are amazing.” I smack the pillow to soften it up a little before putting it back onto the bed. I am positively surprised that his mom lets us sleep in a room, together. I thought maybe she would hesitate because her son introduced a boyfriend and not a girlfriend.

But she honestly doesn’t seem to care about my gender.

“I believe her ability to whip up the perfect cake was how she kept six boys under control,” Aden says. “Thomas and Kayden were both on their high school’s football team, and Martin did track & field. Actually, they all did sports. They can eat a ton.”

“You were the only artist in your family,” I analyze. He must have felt so alone here. I can only imagine how his brothers bullied him for not being into sport, like they were.

“Like my dad,” he explains. “I was lucky, he really supported me.”

“He must have been a great person.”

Aden opens his wallet and takes out a picture, showing it to me. It’s as if I am looking into Aden’s face, just an older version of it. “You really look a lot like him!” I exclaim.

“I hear that a lot.”

Aden’s expression is fond and sad at the same time. I can’t help but wrap my arms around him. While I do know how it feels to lose a parent, I don’t know the feeling of losing someone you love. My own father was a deadbeat, at best, and an abusive drug addict, at worst. It’s not comparable to Aden losing a loving parent.

“I miss him a lot,” Aden admits. He draws back a little to look at me. “I wish you could have met him.”

“I do too,” I say. “I really like your mom, and I am sure your dad was a great man, too. His son turned out very well after all.”

Aden takes my face between his hands like he did before on the veranda. It’s such an intimate gesture, one that sends butterflies through my stomach.

“Sorry, I probably ruined the mood, didn’t I?” he asks

“The mood for what?” I ask, wiggling my brows. “Did you have any plans?”

Aden looks amused. “I can’t say for certain that I did.”

Does he mean it? Well, we are at his mom’s house, so it would be awkward.

“Of course, I had plans,” Aden says. “Don’t make it so easy to tease you.”

“Is this room soundproofed?”

“Not really,” Aden says, leaning forward. His lips are almost touching my ear, sending goosebumps down my arms. “I guess you will need to try to be quiet.”

The freak in the sheets makes a return, huh? Oh, I love how he can shift from proper and calm, to I will fuck your brains out, within seconds. But today I have plans too. Putting my hand on his chest, I push him back until his legs hit the bed frame.

My fingers open his belt, pulling it out of its loops, before unbuttoning his pants. Now it’s my turn to give back a little. Aden’s gaze is pinned on me, his eyes dark, spurring me on even further. “Noel,” he says, his fingers driving through my hair. “Undress for me.”

The look in his eyes is so intense that it makes a shiver run down my spine. Fuck, even now, when I want to be the one to lead and tease him, it looks like he is in control.

And I am so fucking there for it.

I take off my clothes in record time, before getting down on my knees again. Aden helps me by pushing down his own pants and underwear, then his hand is back on my head. I expect him to grab me and push me forward, but instead his fingers move towards my face and to my lips, forcing them to open. I let my tongue dart out, licking and sucking at his fingers.

“You look so hot when you are doing that,” Aden mutters. “I wonder how you will look sucking my dick.”

“Even hotter,” I dare him.