On the one hand, good, she wasn’t freaking out about Noah being with a man.
On the other hand, shit, because shewasfreaking out about Noah being with Ramin, for whatever reasons.
“I feel like maybe I should let you three process all this?” Ramin said, standing.
To be honest, maybe he needed to process it, too.
“And now that we both have phones that are charged, we can figure out what’s next?”
Noah chewed his lip as Ramin stuffed his phone and wallet and chunky keychain into his pockets.
“See you?”
Noah nodded. But then, before Ramin could open it, Noah had him backed up against the door. His arms were on either side, hemming Ramin in.
Ramin inhaled. Noah still had morning breath, but beneath that, he smelled like he always did, of sugar and wood and sweat and sun. His lips made a perfect heart, until his smile turned wolfish.
“Noah,” Ramin warned. Jake and Angela were in the other room, after all.
“Ramin,” Noah growled, before enveloping Ramin’s mouth. His tongue plunged in without preamble, and Ramin would’ve melted, slumped to the floor, if Noah wasn’t right there holding him up.
Ramin’s blood pounded through his ears as they kissed and kissed and kissed. His skin hummed. His lips burned. His knees weakened.
He never wanted to move, never wanted to do anything but explore every bit of Noah’s luscious mouth. He was getting hard again. But finally he put a gentle hand on Noah’s chest.
Noah was breathing hard. His pupils had dilated.
He looked like he wanted to devour Ramin, and Ramin really, really wanted to be devoured, but they had to be responsible adults.
“I better go,” he said.
“I’ll call you.”
Wow. Moving to calls already? Were they just going to skip the awkward texting phase?
Ramin couldn’t bring himself to complain. He gave Noah one last kiss. “Okay.”
He only looked back once (all right, twice) as he let himself out and headed for the elevator.
twenty-six
Noah
Noah closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the door. He could still smell the tiniest bit of Ramin’s cologne. Could still taste Ramin’s lips on his tongue. Could still feel the warmth pooling in his belly, between his legs, as he breathed.
This was… not how he wanted Angela and Jake to find out about him and Ramin.
Him and Ramin.Despite himself, he smiled.
He and Ramin were a thing now. A real thing. Right? That’s what he’d told Angela, at least. He thought Ramin was on the same page.
But maybe that’s what Ramin had meant byprocessing.
Please let Ramin be on the same page.
And once again, they’d been interrupted before he could actually get his hands on Ramin. Make him feel the way he’d made Noah feel.
Still, even though he hadn’t been able to touch Ramin the way he wanted, it was worth it to see Ramin and Jake together. Sitting on the bed, heads bowed in conversation, two co-conspirators in the making.
