Books & a Baller

Boy, Bye - Day 5

Noah

"Hey stranger, did ya miss me?"

"Always," I smiled wrapping my arms tightly around her waist and pulled her back against my chest, she'd come back from her date in better spirits, stepping out of the villa had been a good idea for her.

I hadn't even known she was back until she had plopped herself down in my lap, I'd been laying out in one of the been bags, watching the others in the pool while I waited for her to get back.

"How was your date?"

"It was good, Henrik is lovely, it was nice to get out and just have a bit of a laugh, get away from the drama of this place, you know?"

"Yeah, I get you, but I have to admit, it sucked not having you around," I kissed her gently on the cheek.

I felt her dimples form in her cheeks, she was smiling again.

"Oh! And don't worry, I made sure Henrik knew I wasn't interested in him in that way."

"How'd he take it?"

"Funny you ask, he said he knew that I wasn't, and he just felt like I needed a break, so he asked me to go!"

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, he's been watching the show up until now, and he said after seeing my chat in the beach hut yesterday morning he knew he wouldn't turn my head."

"But he said he fancied you earlier?"

"He did, and he does. But he told me I'm not the only one he fancies, so he's wanting to get to know Lottie and Hannah as well, and I suggested Lottie, because of, well.." she pointed over to the pool where Bobby had just launched Hannah up into the air, she squealed as she crashed back down into the water.

"They're just so cute together, I couldn't let a new boy get in the way of that." She snuggles down into me, rubbing her cheeks into my lap, a little more than necessary.

"So, what did you say in the beach hut yesterday morning?"

"Nice try Mr. That's for me, and all of Britain to know, and for you to never find out," she said, giggling to herself.

"You know I'll be able to see it when we get out of here, right?"

"Oh! I forgot about that, well, you can find out then, because for now, my lips are sealed." She shuffled around a little, so she was now laying across my lap, her head resting on my shoulder.

She subtly kept wriggling around into my lap, "I know what you're doing."

"What? I don't know what you're talking about," she whispered in my ear, grinding herself into me again. I knew she could feel it. She knew what she was doing.

"Cara..."

"What," she giggled, "I'm not doing anything."

I brought my free hand up to her face and placed it under her chin, lifting her head up to mine, "I wouldn't be starting something you can't finish,"

She leant in and kissed me, gently tugging on my bottom lip with her teeth before pulling away, "who says I can't finish this?"

"You have no idea what you're getting into, teasing me won't end well for you." I said firmly. She needed to know who was in control.

She raised her eyebrows at me, "oh?"

I traced my finger tips across her throat, she squirmed in my lap. "There's so much you have to learn about me Cara," I spread my hand on her neck, her windpipe situated in the webbing of my hand, between my thumb and forefinger.