He said, she said - Day 8

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Noah

I was woken up suddenly by the sound of a scream, Cara and I both sat up, blinking around the room to see what was going on.

"Babes oh my god!" Priya yelled out.

"Shhh keep it down!" Bobby groaned.

"Guys!! Rahim has a text!"

"Priya we're sleeping," I heard a pillow thump onto a bed, and saw Lottie pull the covers back over her head.

Cara yawned, and then slid back down under the covers.

"What does the text say, Rahim?" I asked.

Rahim and Priya, this morning you will be going on a date, please get ready to leave the villa.

"Oh nice guys! Enjoy, now let the rest of us get back to sleep."

The two of them slipped out of bed and headed into the dressing room to get changed, I laid back down, pulled the covers up, and wrapped an arm around Cara's waist. I felt her wriggle back up against me causing my morning wood to harden a little more. I moaned into her ear, and she responded by grinding herself up against me again.

"Baller..."

She rolled over, and her lips found mine. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue parting my lips and diving into my mouth, dancing around with mine. I pulled her tightly against me, my hard length bulging in my boxers, she moaned into the kiss and intertwined her legs with mine.

"Hopps, I want you," she whispered, a hand tugging at my waist band. I wanted her too, but not like this, not in a room full of people.

I slowed her kiss, "not yet Cara, not like this."

She groaned in frustration, and continued to grind herself into me.

"Trust me, I want this too, and I don't think I need to tell you that."

She kissed me again, softly this time, tenderly.

"Not like this, not with everyone around." I kissed the tip of her nose, and then her forehead before pulling away.

She sighed, and nuzzled into my chest, her legs still intertwined in mine.

"Where did you learn to braid like that?"

"Huh?"

"Yesterday, the braid, when did you learn to do it?"

"When I was younger, my dad left us, not long after my youngest sister was born, I was 10 at the time."

"Hopps, I had no idea."

"It's okay, I don't talk about it much. But when he left, my mum was really struggling with 3 kids on her own. So I stepped up."

"That would've been so hard on you, you were so young still."

"I was, but my mum needed me. So I helped raise my sisters, and learning how to do their hair before school was one of the first things I did."

"You had to grow up pretty quickly then?"

"I did, but," I sighed, "it's part of what's made me who I am now, so I wouldn't change it for the world."

"I love who you are, so in a way..."

"Baller?"

"What?"

"Did you just say you love me?"

"What! No, I didn't! I said I love who you are, the person that you are."

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