22
When Noah invited me out to another concert, I knew he was expecting me to have a fangirl freak out.
"The band Feral Silence is also going to be performing with us." There was a smirk in his voice.
"Sounds cool," I said, keeping my attention focused on the sheet of music I was working on.
We'd thrown out the old song and begun working on a new one. That meant we were now weeks behind schedule. The band was going to want to see something concrete soon. I was beginning to panic, but Noah always reassured me we'd get it done on time. I hoped he was right. If we didn't manage to pull this off, I would have failed in my first and only job ever in the music industry.
"You're a Feral Silence fan right?" Noah asked, keeping his tone nonchalant.
"Yup."
I could see him frown out of the corner of my eye. "Aren't you excited?"
"Sure am," I said breezily, making a mark on the paper.
Noah looked nonplussed at my reaction. "I could introduce you," he offered.
"No need. I've already met them."
"Oh."
I finally looked up. His whole expression had turned disgruntled. I gave him a soft smile.
"Noah. Are you trying to do something nice for me?"
He looked away.
I left my work on top of the piano and went over to throw my arms around him. "That's very thoughtful of you." I stood on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you."
"It's not like I wanted to do you a favor or anything."
I laughed inwardly, making sure to keep my lips from twitching upward. I squeezed him tight and laid my head on his chest. "You better stop being so sweet or I'm going to start thinking you actually like me."
"I'm not sweet. I'm Noah Fucking Hart."
Despite his words, he wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his cheek on the top of my head.
"How exactly do you know those guys anyway?"
I could hear the frown in his voice.
"Jealous?" I said coyly. "Don't worry. You know you're the only rock star for me."
"Just wondering," he said.
"Two of my friends are dating members of the band," I explained. "They'll probably be at the concert, too, if their boyfriends are going to be there performing." I lifted my head with a grin. "We should do a group date."
"No."
"It doesn't have to be anything fancy. We can go to that dive bar of yours for a drink."
"I don't do couple dates."
My heart jumped. Did that mean we were officially a couple?
Noah and I hadn't talked about our relationship status yet. Over the last few weeks, we'd spent almost all our time either working, having sex or sleeping. We hadn't gone on anymore "outings" to Walt's bar as Noah liked to say — or "dates" as I privately referred to them.
