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Chapter Forty-Nine

Switching off the engine as he parked outside my house on Sunday morning, Noah got out of the car and swung my bag out of the backseat and over his shoulder, then headed to the front door without me needing to invite him in.

Alex and Charlotte were in the kitchen, cleaning away their breakfast things and looking like the picture of domestic bliss. I couldn't help wondering whether Noah was also as distracted by Charlotte's ass cheeks peeking out of the bottom of her boy shorts as I was, but a quick glance reassured me that he had barely registered. Or, he was at least doing a good job of hiding it.

"I'm so glad you're both here," she beamed, turning to face us while still drying a pan with a tea towel. "We're finalising plans and we wanted to ask whether you both fancied staying at the hotel with us the weekend of the wedding?"

They were to be married in less than two weeks, on April fourth, in a small registry office in Charlotte's hometown of Cambridge. Even though her parents wanted nothing to do with the wedding. She had always walked past the quaint, Victorian building on her way to school as a kid, and it had always been her dream venue rather than a church wedding.

"Yeah, sounds good," Noah answered for the both of us, flashing me a grin as my mind - and clearly his, too - flashed back to the hotel stay we'd just shared.

"Perfect," Charlotte smiled, "I'll book your room today. And it's a gift on us, for being the best wedding party members we could have wished for."

After we all hung out in the living room for an hour or so, Alex and Charlotte made their excuses and moved back to the kitchen table to finish planning.

"Oh by the way, Abs," Charlotte called on her way out.

"Yeah," I replied, knowing that tone in her voice all too well.

"Don't make plans next weekend, we're dress shopping."

"I thought you'd decided on your dress?" I asked, confused.

"For you, you donut," she laughed. "I can't have my maid of honour turning up in black tights and boots can I?"

Poking my tongue out at her, I moved over to curl up next to Noah on the sofa, placing my head on his lap before starting to scroll through options on Netflix.

"Something mind-numbing that doesn't require a lot of brain power..." I mumbled, searching for something we could both enjoy as his fingers gently twirled through my hair.

Eventually deciding on Stepbrothers, Noah sighed as I pressed play and shifted around to get comfortable.

"Not a fan of Will Ferrell?" I asked, looking up at him.

"No the film's fine," he smiled down at me, "It's just I'm getting a hard-on, the way you keep rolling your head around."

Laughing as I sat up and leant my head into his chest instead, I whispered, "We could always do something about that, you know?"

"Miss Wilson, who's the one that's insatiable now?" he chuckled gently. "Come on, let's watch this then I need to get going. We've got a meeting at the label tomorrow morning so I'm going to take Alex back with me tonight."

"You mean he doesn't live here now?" I teased.

"Making the most of still being around, I guess," he smiled faintly. He didn't need to go into any more details about the upcoming tour that was playing on everyone's mind. Not right then.

After the film had finished, Noah went to call Alex from the kitchen, then wandered off to use the bathroom while he waited. It all felt nice. Normal.