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I didn’t know whose heart was beating harder, mostly because I couldn’t tell our heartbeats apart. We were so close, everything was touching and all I wanted to do was get even closer to him.

“You’re fucking amazing, True.”

Funny, I wanted to say the same thing to him, but my mouth wouldn’t work as he softened inside of me.

I needed to get up and use the bathroom.

I needed water.

I needed to wrap my hair.

I needed to put my phone on the charger.

But the only thing I managed to do on that list was make it to the bathroom on shaky legs, clean myself up with the warm washcloth Noah gave me and climb into bed when he left to grab me a bottle of water.

When I woke up, however many hours later, the water bottle was on the nightstand on my side of his bed and Noah was sleep behind me, his arm thrown over my waist.

I finished the water in record time and stared up at the ceiling, expecting sleep to reclaim me. When it didn’t, I groaned when I remembered my laptop bag was in the living room because Greyson had packed it and not me.

I wanted to write until this restlessness left my body. So, I climbed out of bed and tiptoed to Noah’s door.

Pulling it closed softly behind me, I padded to the front of the dark house by memory and flicked on the light when I reached the kitchen, hoping it was far enough away to not wake Noah.

I clamped my hand over my mouth and clutched my heart when I saw the figure looming near the island.

“Greyson, why are you standing in here in the dark?”

“I didn’t want the light to wake Noah,” was all I said. I didn’t know if he’d actually been sleeping, but if he was, I didn’t want to fuck it up with bright lights creeping under his door.

True nodded. “Then we’ll use the stove light instead of the big light.” She made the switch and came to stand in front of me, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

She looked happy.

Tired.

But happy.

“You have a bad habit of showing up when I least expect you,” she said around a yawn.

“I thought you liked that about me.”

“You would,” she bit back dryly.

Quiet laughter shook my shoulders while she settled into my embrace. “You have fun on your date?”

“Mhmm. We painted.” Her eyes darted around the room and I knew she was looking for the canvases they left on the island earlier.

“I put them on the mantle,” I shared, pushing her hair away from her eyes.

She cocked her head with a cute frown. “Guess who we saw?”

“Who?” My hand cradled the side of her face while I watched her lips for a reply.

“Beetlejuice,” she said in a staged whisper. “He tried to warn Noah about me.”

“Fuck outta here.”

True’s eyes sparkled with laughter. “I know! And he had another date. I don’t know how he keeps getting away with it.”