“What? Sorry, mate. I was miles away.” I confess, glancing his way.
“I’d say. What’s got your head in the clouds?”
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. I thought heading to my place would help me focus on the paper that’s due tomorrow, but I can’t stop thinking about Norah.
“Oh,” Teagan says with a knowing look. “You and Norah finally consummate the relationship, then?”
He wags his eyebrows before slapping me on the back. I shove him away, the grin still firmly plastered on his face.
“Fuck off. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
“What about shag and tell? And I know for a fact you’re no gentleman,” he jokes.
“I’ll tell you what,” I concede. “When you and Layla finally seal the deal, we can swap stories over wine like a group of lasses at a hen party.”
“Ooh, can we do each other’s nails too? I quite fancy a new mani,” Teagan quips.
I’m glad Teagan agreed to be flatmates. He’s tidy and quiet but knows how to have a good time. We’re constantly slagging one another, but we’re also able to have serious conversations when the time calls for it.
“Yeah, alright. Manis it is, but no waxing. I’m adopting a more natural look these days.”
I chuckle and ask, “Whatisthe deal with you and Layla? Have you seen her lately?”
He shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t want to scare her off. I’m trying to let her know that I’m into her without coming on too strong, yeah?”
“You know she’s nervous, right?” I ask. “Norah said she hasn’t had a serious relationship before and doesn’t sleep around, so she’s probably completely out of her comfort zone. You may have to be more assertive.”
“Aye, I figured that was the case. I’m fine with taking it slow. I’d like to build a friendship with her so she knows I’m not going to muck about with her. I’m not Ro.” he laughs.
“Thank God for that. The world can only handle so much.”
We spend the next couple of hours finishing homework in silence. I finish my paper and decide to reward myself by texting Norah. I’m itching to not only see her again but to touch her and kiss her breathless.
Eamon:Fancy some company?
Norah:He IS alive! I was beginning to wonder if you were still around.
Eamon:Can’t get rid of me that easily, lass. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.
Norah:I could think of worse things. Finish your paper?
Eamon:Aye. Took a while to get my mind focused. Can’t stop thinking about you.
Norah:The feeling is mutual. What are you going to do about it?
Eamon:Are you home?
Norah:Yes…all by myself…
Eamon:Don’t move. See you in twenty.
I all but jump up and run to the shower, cleaning myself in record time. I throw on a UNCW hoodie and a pair of sweats before tossing Teagan a wave and a cheeky, “Don’t wait up for me!”
The drive to Norah’s feels like an eternity, but in reality, it’s only about ten minutes. I fly out of my car and bound up the steps, rapping my knuckles on the door. Too busy glancing down at my shoes when the door opens, the first thing I see is a pair of dainty, bare feet connected to shapely legs swathed in a tiny pair of silk shorts with lace edges. My eyes continue their ascent over Norah’s body, drinking in the sight of her in a strappy tank top. She’s not wearing a bra and I practically weep with thanks. Her nipples are peaked under the thin fabric, just waiting for my mouth. That wavy, auburn hair of hers hangs loosely over her shoulder. She rests a hip against the door frame and smirks.
“Hi,” she says in a sultry voice.
“Hello, beautiful.” I grin. “You look mouthwatering.”
