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Noah dragged me back to his apartment, paying the taxi cab extra to speed and get us there faster. He immediately brought me to his bedroom and threw me on the bed.
His kisses were heated and fervent, his movements eager as he began stripping me of my clothes. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders, running my hands over his chest, exploring his tattoos. He shuddered under my hands.
"Fuck. Jen." He kicked off his pants, leaving him naked and hard.
I met his eyes. They were still glassy and bright. He fisted my hair in his hands and pulled me in for another kiss.
"Wait." I put a hand on his chest.
He pulled back. "What?"
"You're drunk."
"And?"
"I don't want to sleep with you if you're inebriated."
He stared into my eyes, uncomprehending. "Are you being serious right now?"
"Yes."
He groaned and rolled over, flopping next to me on the bed.
"You've had a lot to drink," I said. "I told you. I don't want to take advantage of you."
He sighed deeply and ran his hands over his face. "Dammit."
"We should both drink some water," I told him.
"Don't get up." He heaved himself off the bed. He was still hard. "I'll get it."
The moment Noah left the room his phone on the nightstand pinged and flashed. I didn't mean to snoop, but I automatically responded to any text message or phone call with the urge to check it. It was a quick glance but I caught the name flashing with a missed call.
A girl's name.
Lily.
My heart froze in my chest.
I stared at the name for god knows how long, my thoughts racing. Who was Lily? Just a friend?
Noah didn't have any friends.
Someone from work? Why wouldn't they just email? Unless it was an emergency. If it was a real emergency wouldn't one of the guys call him?
I couldn't get ahead of myself. Surely there was an explanation. An explanation that didn't involve Noah sleeping with another girl at the same time he was sleeping with me.
I snapped my head forward as I heard the fridge door close. I tugged the sheets to my chest, sitting in the middle of the bed and trying not to have a meltdown.
He wobbled into the bedroom with two glasses of water. His eyes were still glassy and unfocused.
"Here."
He thrust the water into my hand and climbed back into bed. He paid close attention to the glass in his hand, trying not to spill water all over the sheets.
"Who's Lily?" I blurted out. I immediately chided myself for even asking.
