"You know people can't really display their best abilities while drunk," she said. "But I will say I agree with you. If it wasn't for Abi, I probably wouldn't have known I kissed you at all."
Melanie dried her hands and shot him a grin before she turned to walk away. Take that! If he wanted to be an asshole about it, he wouldn't be the only one. She was almost out of the kitchen until Noah grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall. Her heart rammed against her chest at an abnormal rate. They were way too close, so close that her chest was pressed against his as he crowded her space.
"Well, let's have a bet then," Noah said, his breath hitting her cheek. A mischievous grin plastered on his face, along with the tick in his jaw. Melanie felt triumph to know her words had bothered him just as much as his words had bothered her. "Since you supposedly didn't remember. I agree. I couldn't show my best work under those conditions."
"I'm not doing this with you," Melanie said as she tried to slow down her heart rate and ignore the way Noah felt against her. He shouldn't be this close to her, and she should be the adult in this situation and rein it under control, but right now, she really couldn't think with him this close to her.
"See, I think you're lying to me, Mel. There's no way you didn't remember it," he said. "It's not possible."
Melanie feigned nonchalance. "I mean it was a pretty forgettable kiss—"
The rest of her words were stolen from her when Noah kissed her again.
They shouldn't do this. They shouldn't be this close. His lips shouldn't be covering hers, and her tongue shouldn't be licking his lips. They shouldn't be proving their kissing skills to each other because they were sober this time. Is that what they were really doing? Trying to prove something to each other that really didn't matter? Because Melanie knew that their drunken kiss wasn't just okay. It was more than that. Just like this kiss now was something entirely different. It was lightning in a bottle. It was a moment to be remembered because, after this, she would never kiss Noah again.
But the least she could do now was enjoy it while it lasted. If she were thinking properly, then she would tell herself she shouldn't be enjoying this right now. But she wasn't thinking properly. She was sinking as Noah's soft lips caressed her own, eliciting moans from her. What the hell? Was she moaning? But he felt so good. Melanie ran her hands through Noah's hair and sucked on Noah's bottom lip until a satisfied sigh escaped his mouth.
She didn't know how long they spent kissing in her kitchen. It felt like an eternity, though for some reason, she wasn't tired. How could she be tired of something that felt this good? Her panties were just as wet as her lips were, and her body tingled with the desired to be kissed in more places than just her lips.
But what made Melanie know they had been kissing for a long time was the sound of her doorbell ringing, and also the simple fact that she was no longer pressed against the wall. Instead, she was on top of the counter with Noah's hands splayed across her ass as he stood between her legs. When Melanie pulled back realizing what they were doing, Noah's lips fell from hers and dropped down to her neck, pressing kisses there. Melanie shivered. It felt so freaking good, especially when his tongue trailed a long swipe, and he began to— oh, fuck.
"I thought the bet was to see who could kiss better while sober, not to see— ah." Fuck, this was humiliating. "…not to see if you could suck on my neck."
"Was…that…enough…to…see?" Noah murmured against her neck between kisses. "Because I don't think it was. Do you think it was, Melanie?"
He removed his lips from her neck, and immediately, Melanie wanted his lips back. She loved it when someone kissed her neck, and Noah had been doing an excellent job at it. He looked at her, with his blue eyes blown with lust, and his lips swollen. She could only wonder what hers looked like, especially because Noah liked to bite. She wondered what other places he would nip at.
Ring.
Melanie snapped back to reality when she realized her doorbell had rung again. She gently pushed Noah back and hopped down from her counter, though she made sure to give him a small glare for putting her up there. She didn't even remember how she had gotten up there. Everything had been a blur.
Melanie padded over to the door, suddenly self-conscious of herself and glad that the bell had rung to stop them. What would she have done? Because if she couldn't remember how she had gotten on the counter, would Melanie have remembered how she had gotten in her bed naked with Noah on top of her? No, someone interrupting them was a good thing.
Melanie opened her front door without looking at the peephole, which had been her first mistake. Because if she had realized who was behind the door, she definitely wouldn't have opened it and would have pretended not to be here. Today definitely wasn't one of her best days.
"Why are you here?" Melanie asked Abigail, instead of giving her usual greeting. Abigail's eyebrows rose at her question. That was her second mistake.
"Well, excuse me," Abigail said as she bumped past her into the apartment. "I thought you told me that you wanted me to go with you today to Damon's dealership to help you pick out your new car. Which by the way, thank God. You've been pushing that car for years now even though you can clearly afford a new one."
"There was nothing wrong with that car at first," Melanie said as she closed the door, knowing that Abigail wouldn't go anywhere or leave without questions. And yesterday, Melanie had told Abigail that she would be picking out a new car today and asked her to come. So, technically, that had been her first mistake. But how was she to know that her student would come to her house in the middle of the night for a sleepover and morning make-out session? All of this was a nightmare.
"You shouldn't just get rid of things because there are new things out."
"Yeah, you take the saying riding it till the wheels fall off too literal— Oh, hey Noah."
Melanie cringed as she followed Abigail into the living room that was across from her kitchen, giving a direct view. And this was her last mistake. She should have told Noah to hide so she could sneak him out later. But no, he was in her kitchen, eating an apple with no shirt on.
"Hey, Abi," he greeted, shooting Abigail his signature grin before his heavy, knowing gaze turned on Melanie, who instead opted to take an interest in the wood tiling of her floor. Soon, Melanie wouldn't be able to look Noah in the eye at all anymore. Matter of fact, right now, she was thinking about giving him passing grades so he wouldn't have to come to her class at all anymore.
"What are you doing here?" Abigail asked, surprised before she took in his appearance, noting his lack of clothing before she looked at the couch behind her that still had the blanket Melanie had given him on it. "Wait, you slept here?"
Melanie's initial thought was to deny everything. Abigail wouldn't let her live this down if she told her the truth. But, of course, her favorite student beat her to the punch. And she was being sarcastic about the favorite student part.
"I got really drunk at my friend's party last night, and he lives down the street. The cops came and shut everything down, and I couldn't drive, so I came here."
"Oh, really?" Abigail said in a sing-song tone as she placed her bag on the dining table. "You didn't have any friends who could have driven you home? Any girls who weren't dying to spend the night with the rookie hockey player who wouldn't have mind driving you?"
Noah grinned, taking another bite of his apple. "I had a better place to rest my head."
