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Chapter Fifty

The next couple of weeks flew by. In between preparing for my end of term exams, helping Charlotte with wedding planning, making sure to call mum every few days and somehow managing to still find gaps in which to spend time with Noah, I was pretty much flat out.

Before I knew it, I had packed my beautiful, dusky lilac Bridesmaid's dress carefully into a suitcase and we were on our way to Cambridge for the big weekend.

As the four of us pulled up outside the beautiful country hotel we would be staying at, Charlotte and Alex were beaming at each other in the backseat.

"I can't believe it's finally here," Charlotte squealed, throwing her arms around Alex's neck and planting a huge kiss on his lips.

"And I can't believe you're going to be Mrs Gerrant this time tomorrow," he grinned back at her. "I love you so much baby girl."

Shifting slightly awkwardly in my seat, I turned to smile at Noah rather than intrude on their special moment. He was clearly as uncomfortable with being a bystander in their PDA as I was.

"Let's go and get checked in then," he smiled at them in the rearview mirror while scratching an imaginary itch on the back of his neck. "You two have a wedding to get ready for tomorrow."

The hotel was stunning. Unlike the modern, chic interior of the Shangri-La, this one screamed elegance and history. Old, wooden furniture blended effortlessly with beautifully ornate wallpaper, and the carpets were thick and plush under my shoes as I wandered around the lobby drinking it all in.

"I've got our room key," Noah whispered in my ear, as he leant over my shoulder from behind, carrying both our suitcases. Striding up the stairs in front of me, in his plain grey T-shirt and skinny jeans, all the muscles in his arms and back were visible as he dutifully carried the bags. I couldn't wait to see him in a suit again the next day. I also couldn't wait to see him naked that night.

We'd been snatching nights together where and when we could, but with how busy we'd both been recently we still hadn't progressed to the point I knew I was ready for. Not that I was complaining - my body knew exactly how to respond to him now, and every time he pleasured me it was even better than before.

By the time we reached our beautiful, cosy room with a giant four poster bed, I had been thinking about Noah naked long enough to pounce on him as soon as he put the bags down.

Pushing him down onto the bed, I climbed on top of him and began to nuzzle his neck with soft kisses, breathing in his clean scent as though I'd been on a desert island for the past year.

"Abi, we've got to be down for dinner soon," he laughed.

"I'm not hungry. Not for food anyway," I smirked, ignoring his see-through protests and pulling his T-shirt up and over his head. Running my lips across his chest and abs, I heard him moan gently and the tingle between my legs grew at the sound alone.

As I unbuckled his faded leather belt, I popped open the buttons of his fly one-by-one. I could tell my hair was all messed up on my head, but it only made me feel even wilder. Something about being away from home, in a strange yet beautiful new environment, only added to the passion he fuelled within me.

Pulling his already hard length from his boxers, I slowly began to tease the tip with my tongue. Gently wrapping my lips around him, the groan that escaped his mouth forced a flutter in my stomach. I began to suck lightly as I moved up and down, using my hand on the part I couldn't fit in my mouth. Just as my jaw was beginning to grow tired, his breathing started to grow more forceful. With the hot streams of air that blew from his nostrils growing louder, I eventually saw his stomach muscles start to tense as I edged him closer.

Quickly swallowing back the hot evidence of his climax, I crawled back up over his body with a lazy grin on my face.

"I think I'm a big fan of 'country weekend' Abigail," he smiled with his eyes closed, as I rested my head on his chest.

Giggling softly, I ran my fingers through his hair and looked up at his perfect face. His eyes were still gently closed, his breaths deep and steady from the feeling of release that I'd provided for him.

"I need to repay the favour," he mumbled, opening his eyes to look down at me.

"We're going to be late for the 'night-before' dinner," I replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

"For fuck's sake," he sighed, "Maybe you can be my dessert then?"

"With a cherry on top," I laughed, quite proud of my own witty reference to my still-existent virginity.

After quickly changing into our evening clothes, we headed down to the restaurant to join Charlotte, Alex, and Alex's mum. Kris was making his way up on the train after a shift in the clothes store he worked at part-time, but he had promised he would be there in time to have a drink before bed.

Alex's mum, Nora, was absolutely lovely. Her friendly Irish lilt instantly caused me to immediately warm to her, and the way she spoke to Charlotte as though she was already her daughter filled my heart with love.

By the time Kris arrived, we were all half-cut. With most other guests having already headed off to their room, Noah had commandeered an old piano in the corner of the restaurant and we were managing a pretty rowdy singalong, considering we were only five people.

The sound of Kris hitting the high note of Journey's Don't Stop Believing signalled his arrival at the hotel, and we all turned to cheer as he sauntered in to carry on singing like a true diva while Noah played, a huge grin plastered across his face.

By the time we all crawled off to our rooms, it was gone one o'clock. Crashing onto our bed side-by-side, I looked over at Noah. The smell of whisky was still ripe on his lips as I leant over to kiss him, and he groaned lazily as he swung a heavy arm over my waist.

"I think we need to sleep," I giggled, pressing my lips against his.

"Good idea. I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Sorry for what?" I laughed.

"I promised you for dessert, for me. Your dessert. On me. Ah, fuck it," he slurred, letting out a snort of laughter at his own incapacity.

"We've got forever, Nomeo," I smiled, every inch of my body tired and heavy.

Climbing into bed in our underwear, Noah pulled me in tightly to his chest. "Imagine it was our wedding tomorrow," he whispered into my ear as my back pressed tightly against the warmth of his chest.

"Imagine that..." I replied, smirking to myself. Drunk Noah was even more adorable than usual tonight.

"One day," he murmured, leaving me to wonder if I'd heard him correctly as the following silence quickly filled with the sound of his heavy breaths and, eventually, I felt my eyes gradually closing too.