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Chapter Seven

My mind was so frazzled, watching as he flexed while wiping or bending to put something away. God he was hot, he was more than hot. He was sexy, I bet he was a sex god as well. I suddenly found myself wondering if he was a passionate lover, wondering how he sounded as he slept with someone.

“Shut the hell up.” I hissed to myself quietly. Why on earth would I think something like that for? I was sick for even thinking something so dirty but yet it was so erotic.

I jumped, throwing the cloth in the sink and breathing a little heavier as I felt my cheeks flame.

Noah looked at me confused. “Mia, I’ve been talking to you for ages and all you did was look at me as if you was going to eat me. Are you ok?”

Oh now that’s embarrassing.

I suddenly felt so nervous, did I clean my room this morning, make the bed and pick my underwear up from the floor. Damn, “Umm yes I’m fine, I was thinking about my room and you in it. Let me go clean up first then, it’s the one with a silver handle.” I said as I pulled the plug from the sink and took off before he could distract me any further.

I fell down to my perfectly made bed. My room was clean and that was a relief, I couldn’t deal with cleaning in a hurry. I kept my eyes on the door, I was getting more and more nervous as the seconds neared. The footsteps coming closer until a soft knock hit the door.

“Yeah.” I called out quietly and sat up.

Noah walked in and closed the door slightly, giving me a lopsided grin, “Wouldn’t want your dad to get the wrong idea about us.”

That was a stake to the heart.

“Guess not.” I answered him with a shrug. Putting my walls back up.

“So the books?” He asked looking around my room until his eyes locked in on then. He turned and gave me a grin, a dazzling and adorable grin. “Mia, wow this is impressive, when your dad said first editions I was expecting, well I don’t know what I was expecting but this, you’ve got all the Walt Disney Fairy-tale in original’s and perfect conditions, where did you get them?” He asked, pulling out Snow White and sitting beside me on the bed.

“They were mums,” I said quietly. “Before she died she gave them to me.”

He turned and looked at me, “I’m sorry, I lost my dad a couple years ago and it’s tough when they just go suddenly. If you want to talk about that then I’m always here to listen.”

“Thanks.” I smiled feeling myself ache for the loss of his father.

The bedroom door flew open and my dad stood there, his eyes darting between us both and then to the book in Noah’s hand. “Uh,” he scratched his head awkwardly. “I’ve got to go into work, umm Mia will you be right until tomorrow afternoon?”

I wanted to grumble. Of course he would have to go back into work.