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I slowly lie down on my side, placing my head upon the pillow. Noah reaches for the blanket I was using and drapes it over me. Then his hand finds my hair, and he begins trailing his fingers through it.

“I’ll let you know if I find any more lozenges,” he says.

I begin to laugh, which leads to a deep coughing fit. “Ouch, don’t make me laugh. It hurts.”

“Sorry,” Noah says, chuckling.

I close my eyes. “This is so relaxing. I love the way you play with my hair, Noah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I’ll remember that.”

“You’re too good to be real,” I say.

“No, not at all.”

“You know it’s rude not to take my compliment, right?”

He chuckles again. “I apologise. I accept your compliment.”

“Thank you.” I move my hand up, so I’m resting it underneath the pillow, on his thigh. “If you keep doing that, I might fall asleep.”

“Good. You need to rest so you can feel better.”

“Well, if I do, and you need to leave, wake me up.”

Noah continues to play with my hair, and I swear every time he touches me, I’m reminded how tactile he is.

Lucky me,I think with a smile.

“I’m not worried about that,” he says softly. “I don’t need to be back in Surrey until tomorrow.”

I sigh heavily. “I’m sorry this isn’t the date you had planned.”

“Am I with you?”

“Well, yes b—”

“Then I have the date I wanted.”

I turn over onto my back so I can look up at him. He gazes down at me, his brown eyes warm with affection.

My heart begins to race.This is magic.

And I can’t wait to see where we go from here.

Chapter Thirteen

Saucy Shorts

I’m exhausted by the time I reach Wintersmith Hall.

It’s Sunday afternoon, and I still feel like rubbish, but I had to get home so I can cover my shift in the gift shop tomorrow.

And prepare for Noah’s arrival on Wednesday.

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