Noah: Long day?
Me: Yes, but some parts weren’t so bad.
Noah: I hope the good parts included me…
Me: Some of them, yes. ;)
Noah: Go out with me tomorrow.
Me: You don’t mess around, do you? Getting straight to the point.
Noah: I know what I want.
Me: And what about what I want?
Noah: What do you want?
Me: To know how the field trip went. You did promise.
Noah: I did. It was awesome. The kids had a great time and ate every single one of your cookies.
Me: Did you try any?
Noah: I tried, but there were none left.
Me: Well, I guess I better make you some so you don’t feel left out…
Noah: I would prefer a date.
Me: ;)
Noah: Is that a yes?
Me: Ask me again tomorrow.
Me: Night, Noah.
Noah: Night, sweetheart.
CHAPTER NINE
I wake up to a text from Noah, and I wonder if I’ll ever get the butterflies to stop fluttering around every time I think of him and the way his lips felt on mine.
Noah: Morning, beautiful.
Me: Morning.
Noah: You have my breakfast ready?
Me: Not yet.
Noah: Get going, woman, I’ll be there soon.
Me: With that attitude, I might just make you wait for it.
Noah: Sweetheart, I’ve been waiting for you for weeks, a few hours will be a piece of cake.
Me: You gonna ask again?