When August Ends(62)
Noah: When you know I’m about to come, you squeeze your pussy around my cock. It feels fucking amazing. Drives me crazy.
Heather: Well, I can assure you the song isn’t about that.
Noah: Probably not.
Heather: And I know I do that thing. It’s on purpose.
Noah: So, you WERE trying to kill me.
Heather: Yup. Death by pussy spasm.
Noah: Not a bad way to die.
Heather: LOL. I’ll let you go to sleep.
Noah: You think I can fall asleep after this talk and that photo you sent?
Heather: Well, if you do…dream of me.
Noah: You can bet on that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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HEATHER
ONE MONTH LATER
August ended—and Noah was still here. He’d agreed to stay an extra two weeks to help get us settled. I greatly appreciated that.
It was now the middle of September. We’d made it completely out of our house just in time for the new owners to move in. Noah had rented a huge truck and took our remaining stuff to a storage facility.
Crisp fall air had replaced the summer heat in New Hampshire. We were living in our new house surrounded by stacks of boxes. It would take several more weeks to get fully organized.
Since the new place had only two bedrooms, Noah had spent the past few nights sleeping on the couch while I slept in bed with my mother.
Between Teddy, our boxes, and the guinea pigs, it was mass chaos. However, today I was too preoccupied to care about any of it, because tomorrow was the day I’d been dreading since June.
Noah would be going back to Pennsylvania.
It was completely surreal, and my heart was broken. All the unpacking was going to have to wait, because I didn’t plan to do anything today but spend time with him.
I woke up super early to make coffee for us before my mother and aunt woke up. As I entered the kitchen, I realized Noah had beaten me to it.
“Good morning,” I said, breathing the nutty scent of the java.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Noah pulled me into an embrace and held me so tightly I could barely breathe.
Speaking into his chest, I said, “I can’t believe this day is finally here. I don’t feel ready.”
“I’ll never feel ready.”
Things were still unclear between us. Noah refused to put a label on what we were or make any promises aside from his general vow to “always be there for me if I needed him.” That didn’t define whether or not we were in a relationship. He’d be there if I really needed him someday, but whether he’d be there for me during all the days in between was still unknown.
The lack of definition was intentional; I knew that. And I didn’t want to waste our last day pushing the issue or analyzing things. I just wanted to be with him and cherish every second.
“So I was thinking we could take a drive today,” he said.
“Where to?”
“Wherever the wind takes us as long as I’m with my favorite girl.”
I felt on the verge of crying. It wasn’t going to take much. I’d probably be losing it on and off throughout the day.
Something I’d forgotten about popped into my head.
“Katy wants to take you to dinner to thank you for all your help. I didn’t give her an answer because I wasn’t sure how you wanted to spend your last night.”
“That’s nice of her.”
“Yeah. But we don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.”
“As long as you’re there, I’m good with it. Pretty much gonna be stuck to you like glue today.”
That made me warm inside but sad, too. “Okay, I’ll tell her it’s a go. We don’t have to stay long.”
“We’ll be out all day, so we can meet her somewhere on our way back. Is your mom going, too?”
“I have a feeling she’s going to try. She keeps telling me how much she’s gonna miss you.”
My eyes suddenly filled with tears. The random crying had commenced.
Noah surprised me by placing his hand on my chin and bringing my mouth into his. Well, that’s one way to stop me from crying. It was the first time he’d kissed me since the one night we’d spent together. Apparently, on his last day he had no fucks left to give. I was thankful, because his kiss was my oxygen right now. I’d forgotten how damn good it felt.
His warm lips covered mine, and I immediately went in search of his tongue. With his taste and smell flooding my senses, I felt my body go limp. With every push of his tongue against mine, my panties got wetter. If we’d been a smoldering fire the past several weeks, he’d just poured on the gasoline.
After forcing himself back, he cradled my face. “Fuck, I missed kissing you,” he rasped before planting one more on my lips.
Smacking his chest playfully, I said, “That didn’t make this any easier, you know. But by all means, keep making my day more difficult.”
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We ended up at a place I’d never considered.
Noah drove us to an amusement park about an hour away. We spent the car ride reminiscing about the summer as he held my hand. He introduced me to some of his favorite music, bands like Cake and Audioslave.