chapter thirty three : Noah

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"Like hand prints in wet cement,
She touched me, it's permanent."
-Machine Gun Kelly

Two weeks have passed since the night I stayed over at Daisy's apartment for the first time

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Two weeks have passed since the night I stayed over at Daisy's apartment for the first time. And, boy, what an eventful two weeks it's been.

I have grown very familiar with everything Daisy, and every position and place to have sex on.

Her bed wasn't enough for us anymore. We moved on to the living room, shower, kitchen and even her laundry room.

There was no place that we haven't done it on.

But it's crazy because even though sex is the main focus of this arrangement thing we have going on, it's also more than just that. We actually talk, and hang out, watch movies and even cook. Both of us are extremely comfortable with each other.

I guess that's what happens when you fuck a friend.

Dom comes downstairs with a girl as he walks her out. It catches me off guard because she looks familiar. I just can't remember where I've seen her.

"You're here." Dom says to me, looking surprised that I'm actually home.

I smile. "I am."

The blonde he's with turns around to kiss him before she walks outside. And now I'm surprised because he actually kissed her back.

"Is that a thing?" I playfully ask.

He shrugs. "Kind of."

Dominic is not against dating. Every now and then he likes to wine and dine a girl. Try something a little different to get out of the daily routine of swimming in college pussy. Which is cool for him. But something about this is a little weird to me.

I can tell he notices the clear shock that I'm currently feeling because he let's out a sigh, as he takes a seat across from me. "What?"

Not really sure what is wrong. I guess I just wasn't prepared for him to actually acknowledge having a thing with someone.

"Just caught me off guard, I guess." I say with a shrug.

He leans back on the seat. "If I'm being honest...me too." And he chuckles. "We have some classes together and we just started talking and then it became a thing, sort of."

"Wow." Is all I can think to say. "I mean, it's cool if you're into her and all."

He nods with a smile. "I am."

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