Noah and Melanie paused, their lips just inches from each other as they waited. And Melanie found she didn't even care about getting caught as much as she did before as she captured Noah's bottom lip and sucked on it. But Noah seemed to be in his right mind as he stopped her, and Melanie nearly whined, wanting to stamp her foot like a child. She wanted to kiss him again.
"It's nothing. Some shoes probably fell," the boy said, and soon the sounds of moans filled the room again.
"Can you kiss me again now?" Melanie whispered. Noah looked at her with hard eyes, and Melanie wondered what she did wrong before Noah picked her up, pressing her against the wall, and she could feel his hardness as he directly pressed himself against her center. Oh.
"Fuck, you're driving me crazy," Noah whispered before he kissed her deeply, grinding himself into her. And it drove Melanie crazy. She could have stayed here and kissed him all night, and maybe even have done a little more until someone else burst into the room.
"Melanie?"
Wait. Was that Abigail?
Noah slowly placed her down, and they both peered through the slats of the closet door to see Abigail.
"Don't you know how to knock?" Jeanna exclaimed, covering her chest. Though luckily, her bra was still on.
"The police are here," Abigail announced.
"Oh shit," the boy said as he pulled his pants up and buckled them. "We got to get the fuck out of here."
Quickly, they fled the room, and it was only then that Melanie noticed she left her shoes on the floor.
"Mel," Abigail called in a sing-song tone, and for some reason, Melanie didn't want to leave the closet because she felt like she was doing her own version of the walk of shame. And not the kiddy version either. The Game of Thrones version where Cersei Lannister was naked and had food thrown at her because that's how dirty she felt.
She opened the closet door, and when Abigail saw her and Noah, her eyes widened. Maybe she wouldn't know. It's not like she wore any lipstick, so it wouldn't be on his lips. Maybe they could get away with it until Abigail's eyes trailed down and Melanie suddenly remembered that Noah had lifted up her shirt, and she reached to pull down the bunched fabric before she glared at him.
"Did you both…" Abigail started before shaking her head. "We have to go. The police are here, and they're shutting down the party."
"Fuck," Noah said as he wiped his face. Abigail grabbed her heels for her and grabbed her wrist.
"Let's go, Drunk One," Abigail said. "You're so going to regret this in the morning."
Melanie stumbled after her and looked back at Noah one more time. He was watching her with a pensive stare, and Melanie didn't have long to question it before her view of him was gone.
CHAPTER
21
MELANIE
W
HEN MELANIE WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING AFTER THE GAME, she had a splitting headache that made her wish she had stayed asleep for another week before waking up. She groaned, blinking rapidly as she sat up. Big mistake. She jumped from her bed, ran into her bathroom, and hurled the contents in her stomach. This was why she never liked to get drunk. Though it was fun in the moment, it was a pain in the ass later on that made it feel like it wasn't worth it. Besides, she had never been good with her liquor. One glass of it, and it seemed like she had drunk a whole bottle of Hennessey herself.
Once she finished, Melanie cleaned up the mess she made, washed her face and brushed her teeth, and stumbled her way to the kitchen. She would make herself something good to eat that would help her stomach and nurse her headache. But to her delight and surprise, Abigail was already in the kitchen cooking.
"I love you so much," Melanie said as she hugged her friend tight. "This is why you're my friend, though I question it every now and again."
"You should be thanking me for much more than this," Abigail said pointedly as she turned the fire off on the stove and scooped the soup out of the pot, placing it in two separate bowls. Once she finished, Melanie helped her carry the food over to the dining room table, where they sat down and began to eat.
"Thank you for what?" Melanie asked, wincing from the effects of the headache she still felt. Besides the game, the rest of the night felt like a blur to her. She couldn't remember much but having a good time at the hockey game. She remembered them winning and seeing Noah on the ice, and how he shot a puck for her.
"Wait. You don't remember?" Abigail asked in disbelief as her spoon clattered against the table. Melanie placed her spoon down as she frowned deeply.
"What happened?" she asked, somewhat nervous. Had she made a fool of herself? Oh no. This was why she didn't drink. She remembered Noah and Abigail hassling her to go to some party. She remembered hiding the whole night, and she remembered drinking a cup or two and going upstairs…
"What the fuck!" Melanie uttered as she jumped from her seat. Her eyes bulged out to the point that they hurt, and it didn't help that she still had a headache. She should be sitting down. She should be eating this food before she popped a couple of aspirins and went back to sleep, but how could she do that when she now remembered what happened last night. Clips of memories played back in Melanie's head of her lying in bed with Noah while he told her she was beautiful and that he wanted to spend his night with her, how she had embarrassingly run inside of the closet, and what they did in that closet. She made out with Noah Walker. She made out with her student. And it wasn't just a peck on the lips. There was a lot of tongue, and he touched and she…
Melanie nearly screamed.
