Captivate me

In the morning

The next morning, as I enter the kitchen I rub my eyes sleepily and pour myself a cup of tea. A steaming mug is already on the table, so Noel must be awake too. I smile at the thought of last night. I hear the front door open and someone enter the house. Next thing I hear is a rumble and soft cursing. I walk out of the kitchen, to see what happened.

"Fucking hell." Noel mumbles. He is kneeling on the floor in front of me, picking up muffin pieces which are scattered all over the floor. I laugh at the sight.
"You better come here and help me or I'll kick you out and you won't see Don ever again." He glares up at me.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me."

I kneel down next to him and help pick the pieces up, we put the crumbles back in the bag. Noel gets up, wipes his hands on his jeans and holds out his hand to me. I take it and he pulls me up with such strength that I stumble into him. Our chests are pressed together and I inhale sharply. As we look into each others eyes, I can feel his breath on my face, we are so close. A twinkle flits across his eyes, the ice blue of them no longer looks icy that close, no, not at all.
So close it is... as if the opposite is the case. There is a fire, a desire, a determination in them...

Suddenly we hear a door being ripped open upstairs and the moment between us is gone. We both look to the side and move away from each other. Noel turns and walks, with the bag in his hands, into the kitchen and I remain in the hallway looking after him. Donovan comes down the stairs and smiles at me.

"Good morning, beauty. Did you sleep here today?" That seems to be a trick question, because he goes on talking and doesn't expect an answer.
"Dad, is Patrick still coming over? He works with him in the studio, I think you'll like him, Em." Don sits down at the kitchen table.

"Where's breakfast?", he asks and looks over at Noel, who's just thrown the muffins in the bin.
"Well, you'll have to make something, I can't be bothered to go again." Noel looks at the clock.
"I have to go to the studio, got some great ideas last night. When I'm back I'll bring Patrick right with me."

"No bother, I'll make Omeletts for the both of us, alright Don?" I ask him smiling.

"Sure, I'll help you", he says, get's up and takes a pan out of the cupboard.

"Alright, see you later." With that Noel turns and disappears out the door. It seems like he wants to get out of here very quickly.

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