If I'm There - A Noah Sebastian Story

Chapter Eight - Promises

KAT'S POV
I went down my house cleaning check list one last time before Noah showed up, and straightened out my various throw pillows on my black leather couch. I stepped back and looked at the arrangement of pillows, then changed them again. Then, switched them back. After a few minutes of this cycle my doorbell rang. I switched them one last time and answered the door. Noah stood on my porch, a suitcase next to him, and a dozen red roses in his hand.

"Noah, you didn't have to bring me flowers," I said as I grabbed them from him. He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss filled with passion.

"Beautiful flowers for a beautiful hostess. Thank you for letting me stay with you for awhile." I stepped aside and let him in, then walked him back to the guest room. I shuddered as I gripped the doorknob, then let go of it.

"You know what, I didn't get a chance to clean up the guest room. You can just stay in my bedroom, I'll take the couch," I finally told him. Noah gave me a smirk, and raised an eyebrow.

"Kat, all do respect, but we've done way more than sleeping together already." He had a point. I led him in, and he slid his suitcase to the side, then turned back to me. He pulled me close to him by my waist, then his hands wandered lower. "Fuck, I missed you," he whispered, leaning his forehead against mine. I bit my lip, and he entangled my hair in his fingers. "You have no idea how much I'm craving you," he bit my neck, "how much I crave to taste you on my lips," he bit my collarbone, "how bad I want to devour you," his hands slipped up my black tank top, "how bad I want to fuck you until you're screaming." Part of me wanted to give in right there, but the other part of me wanted to make him wait, and tease him.

"Why don't we go out to dinner first?" I suggested as I smiled. He gave me a smirk and nodded his head.

"Alright, yeah, we can go out to dinner. Where would you like to go?" I twisted my lips as I thought on it.

"Surprise me," I finally told him. He gave me a chuckle and nodded his head, then looked at the time on his phone.

"Start getting ready, I'll take you somewhere nice. I'll wait in the living room." He stepped out, shutting the door behind him, and I went straight to my closet. I grabbed a red dress off the rack and snatched up my black heels to match. I double checked my hair and makeup in the mirror, and decided it was good enough. After all, I had just spent most the day frantically placing throw pillows.

As we sat in the restaurant I stirred my cocktail straw in my cosmopolitan. Noah had brought me to a high end steak house, somewhere I hadn't dared stepped foot into for fear of my bank instantly calling me at the slightest hint of me being there. Added to fear factor, the possibility of seeing something I didn't want to. Noah put the menu down, and then leaned in.

"You look uncomfortable here. Are you okay? This isn't like, a bad memory or a trigger or anything, right?" I thinned my lips into a single line and shook my head.

"No, no, not at all. I just, um, I have never been here before. It was always out of budget for us. Supposedly." Noah pursed his lips and then smiled.

"Nothing is too much for you, my love. Get whatever you'd like. However many cosmos you want." I gave him a giggle, raised an eyebrow.

"Sir, are you trying to wine and dine me?"

"I kind of like it when you call me that." I thought he was joking by his smile, but something in his eyes said he actually enjoyed it. I marked it in my mind to use later, and we ordered our food. After a few more drinks and dinner, Noah moved from across the table to the spot next to me, and we split a dessert. "Tell me the worst thing you have ever done." I choked on the spoon full of ice cream I had in my mouth at his demand. I couldn't possibly tell him the worst thing I had done, not over dinner. Not now. Not while things were going good. I swallowed the ice cream, took a sip of my third cosmo, quickly thinking of the second worst thing I had done.