Noah took my hand in his and kissed the top of mine. “Jess, I’m not just being polite. I want you to sleep with me.”
I pulled a face.
He smirked. “Actual sleep. It’s a nice feeling, and I want to do it with you.”
It was a nice feeling. And I hadn’t done it in a while either. Waking up next to Noah would be great. I hadn’t snuggled with anyone in a long time. “I’ll come up. If you agree to set the alarm for early so I can go home and shower before coming to work.”
Noah grinned wickedly and pulled me closer to him. “That won’t be a problem.”
Then he kissed me, slowly and passionately, before he led me to his house and back into his bed.
Chapter Nineteen
Noah
I was at work, digging through one of our sales spreadsheets when my phone intercom went off.
“Yes, Allison?”
“Brandon is here to see you,” she said.
I stood up and pressed the intercom. “Send him in.”
I hadn’t seen Brandon in almost a week, not since he came to the park with Gina and me.
He entered my office holding a bag of food.
“I’m starving,” I said. Brandon had called earlier that morning to suggest having a working lunch with me. He had Wednesdays off and offered to catch up. Since his return home, his schedule at work was all over the place, trying to catch up with what he missed. That was one part of a vacation I didn’t like. There was more chance of stress thinking about the piles of work to come back to.
I moved the magazines and Gina’s coloring books off of the coffee table in front of the couch. I sat down, and Brandon emptied the bag. We both tried to be healthy when we could, and I knew Brandon wanted to drop a few pounds. So, instead of burgers and fries, which we both loved, he went with two wraps and some coleslaw.
“Is this from Trip’s Deli?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Brandon said, unwrapping the paper of his sandwich. “I splurged on you today. You should thank me.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Sorry I couldn’t meet you out. We’ve been so busy lately.”
“I hoped not too busy…” he said, biting into his wrap.
I gave him a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He opened the top of the container with the slaw and handed me a fork. I placed it down on the table. “Are things still going on with you and Jess?”
I smiled at my sandwich. “Yes.”
He shrugged. “That’s all I meant. I wanted to make sure you were putting time into her as much as you are work.”
Brandon had changed his mind about Jess and me after I informed him that Jess and I were serious and he and Amelia did not need to set me up anymore.
“She’s spent a few nights at my place,” I said.
“Nice,” Brandon said. “So, it’s serious?”
“As serious as I can give right now.”
“Have you talked to her about Wendy?” he asked.
“Only the surface details; why?”