Met His Match ✓

Chapter 17 - Close Call

Hey guys! So I think this chapter is another key one in their relationship and it really highlights Noah's feelings for Lily. I really hope you enjoy it, as I really enjoyed writing it! As always, please/vote and comment if you do like it. Thanks guys :)

Song for this Chapter: Don't Go, by Wretch 32

Photo ---------> Lily's slippers (Trust me, you'll see why)

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Solely Noah POV:

After taking a quick shower, I pulled on my pyjama bottoms and an old shirt and walked out in to the living room. Dean had decided to just make a sandwich and eat it in his room, which was fine with me. Wandering in to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and saw that we had enough food, meaning that we didn't need to call for a takeout. I reached in and grabbed the dip, checking that it wasn't out of date.

 Satisfied that it wasn't, I walked over to the top cupboard and got the chips. Just as I opened the bag to sneak a chip, someone knocked on the other side of the door. I grinned and put the bag down, and walking over to the door, I swung it open happy to see Lily standing there.

 Her hair was still damp and was falling over her shoulders. It was causing the top of her white shirt to become see through, and I couldn't help but notice the blue straps of her bra that were visible underneath. Lowering my gaze, I smiled when I saw that she had a pair of black shorts on, and they only reached mid-thigh. As my eyes travelled down those long legs, I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I saw what was on her feet.

 "What the hell are those?" I grinned, leaning against the door frame.

 "They're Homer Simpson slippers," she laughed. "Cool, huh?"

 I raised an eyebrow as I stared at them. They were made to look as if the person wearing them had their feet in Homer's mouth. And they were totally awesome. Never mind the fact that they made Lily even cuter than she was already.

 "So are you gonna invite me in?" I heard her laugh, "Or are we just going to stand out here all evening?"

 "Oh yeah, right," I smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry; you just seem to have that effect on me."

 She laughed as she walked past me and entered the apartment. Taking a deep breath, I followed her inside and shut the door. As soon as I turned around and saw her standing there, my eyes lowered to her bare legs. Damn, I thought, how the hell am I going to keep my eyes off her? Clearing my throat, I turned to the kitchen counter and held up the chips and dip in each hand, willing myself not to let my gaze wander.

 "So, do you want to order takeout? Or shall we just eat some chips and watch a movie?" I smiled.

 "Chips and a movie sound good," Lily replied, turning around and striding over to the couch.

 I could do nothing but stare as she collapsed on to it and stretched out her legs. The movement had caused her shorts to ride up a little higher and I groaned, a surge of desire running through me. Crap, I thought, how the hell am I gonna stand this all evening? Shaking my head, I wandered over and sat down beside her, placing the chips and dip on the table.

 "So you want to pick the movie?" I shrugged. "And please, please do not say 'The Notebook'."

 I watched as she turned towards me, a huge grin on her face. "The Notebook?" She said, "Why would I want to watch that. I'm more of a Die Hard kind of girl."

 My mouth dropped open as I looked at her. "Die Hard?" I repeated, thinking how lucky I was. "You like that kind of stuff?"

 "Hell yeah I do," she nodded eagerly, reaching over for a chip. "John McClane blowing up stuff is just frickin' awesome."