I roll my eyes. “I probably look half dead, I’m surprised the sight of me didn’t scare you away.”
“Never. I love everything about you, Gracie. Including how grumpy and adorable you get first thing in the mornings.”
My heart pounds as his words register and my breath halts.
I knew he was in love with me, it’s obvious in everything he does, but he’s never actually said the words before.
Until now.
He must pick up on my silence because he asks, “What’s wrong?”
“You love me,” I state, and his brows wrinkle in confusion.
“Was that not obvious?”
I slowly shake my head. “I knew you did, but you’ve never said the words.”
His eyes widen, and he cups my cheek. “I love you, Gracie. Fuck, I love you so damn much that my heart could burst from it. You’re my love, my obsession, my life, my fucking everything.”
A tear slips out, and he uses his thumb to swipe it away. The gesture is so damn sweet, so freakinghimthat I have to swallow the knot in my throat.
“I love you, too,” I whisper, the words barely loud enough to be audible but he must hear them because his eyes widen comically before he slams his mouth to mine.
We’re a mess of tongues and lips and teeth as our body gravitate towards each other like they always seem to do. When I came in last night, I stripped down to just my panties and tank top—thank God—so Noah has easy access when his hand grips my ass and tugs me even closer to him.
Our mouths don’t separate as we quickly strip off from the waist down. I don’t think about things like morning breath, though I am conscious to be quiet, since the last thing we need or want is to be overheard.
Noah slips inside me with ease, and we fuck with a slow, leisurely pace as we lose ourselves in each other and justfeel.
We move against each other, neither of us speaking a word as we both race towards the edge of the abyss, and then we’re both freefalling, finding our climax together in unison and panting as we fight to catch out breaths whilst clinging to each other.
“I love you,” I murmur once my breathing has finally returned to normal.
“Love you,” he murmurs back and I pull away from him and stand from the bed.
He frowns on me. “Where are you going?”
I tsk. “Well first, I’m going to the bathroom, and then I need coffee,” I say, making him chuckle.
“Of course, I’m sorry for making you wait so long,” he says with a wink as I head towards his ensuite.
Once I’m dressed—or kind of dressed—in one of Noah’s shirts that reaches mid-thigh, since I really don’t feel like wearing my jeans from yesterday right now, I glare at Noah to hurry up.
I really need coffee, but I also don’t want to leave this room without him.
It’s going to be bad enough to face the others, but to do it alone? Fuck that.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he mutters before opening the door for me.
I lead us both out, and we enter the kitchen side by side, where Logan and Harley are both sitting at the kitchen island eating breakfast.
“This is weird,” Harley mutters when he spots us. Logan just nods before returning to his food.
I take a seat as Noah busies himself with making the both of us a cup of coffee before placing mine in front of me. Rather than sit next to me, he opts to stand, leaning his hip against my side as though he can’t bear to not be touching me in some capacity.
I turn to look up at him and he grins before placing a quick kiss to my lips. Harley makes a noise that sounds kind of like a squeak just as a throat clears from the doorway. I look up to see Cole and Lana standing there, their eyes fixated on us.
Lana is wearing a mischievous grin while my brother looks physically pained.
