Chapter 58 Coming Here Was A Mistake
Noah's POV:
Coming here was a mistake.
Everything about this situation is bad. Her lounge is a little cramped, slightly on the small side. Which is to be expected given her salary. Maybe I should give her a pay rise...
Wait. I can't give her a pay rise just so she can get a bigger apartment and I won't feel so physically close to her when I come to her place. It's not like this is going to become a regular thing. This is an unprecedented situation.
After eating the food, we busy ourselves with the work in front of us. There's plenty to do and it should provide plenty distraction but it doesn't. Eden has curled her legs beneath herself in the armchair that she's sitting in. Her hair is pulled to one side, exposing her neck. Her skin is flawless, perfectly smooth and I'm aching to reach out and touch her.
But I absolutely can't do that.
Returning my attention to the piece of paper on my lap, I do my best to ignore her fidgeting. I can't tell if she's just sitting uncomfortably or if she feels as disquieted by the situation as I do. This whole thing is so far out of the realm of logical that I'm just going with it. If anyone had said to me two days ago, that I'd end up working at Eden's apartment, I'd never have believed it.
Mostly, because me from two days ago, just like the present me, knew that being this close to Eden was a bad idea.
I need to get myself the hell out of here before I do something I shouldn't. Closing the file I'm holding abruptly, I accidentally make her jump.
"Time to call it a night, I think."
She lifts her wrist, glancing down at her watch.
"I didn't realise it was so late," she says, getting to her feet.
"We should probably..." I begin as she says, "since it's the weekend..."
We both stop, neither one wanting to speak over the other.
"Go ahead," I offer.
"No. You go first."
"If you want to leave it until Monday we can," I say, rubbing the back of my neck with my palm, "or if you want to continue, perhaps we should meet earlier tomorrow. It doesn't make sense working this late."
She nods her head but she doesn't rush to answer and I'm left wondering if I should have insisted she speak first. The only thing I know for sure is that I really can't afford to spend another night in her apartment thinking about how great she looks or how shiny her skin is or how kissable her lips are....
"That makes sense," she says eventually, biting down on that highly kissable bottom lip of hers.
I could throttle her. What makes sense? Leaving it until Monday or meeting earlier? Does she think I'm a mind reader?
"Maybe you should come by in the morning," she goes on to say.
I can't tell if I'm disappointed that she didn't say to leave it until Monday or delighted that I'll be able to see her in the morning. I've got it bad. This is not good.
"Tomorrow then," I say, my words more measured than my emotions. I certainly don't feel level headed right now. It's taking more self-control than I knew I had, not to stride across this tiny space that's between us and kiss her for dear life.
"Should we say ten?" she asks.
Blinking, it takes me a moment to process the question.
"Since you provided dinner," she says with a wide smile, "I'll make breakfast."
It's strange how completely relaxed she seems. Anyone would think she is completely unaffected by my being in her apartment. My pride takes a small battering at that. I can't stop thinking about kissing her and here she is talking about breakfast.
"Great," I grit out. "Tomorrow then."
She leads me back to her front door and we exchange pleasantries. I don't want to leave but I know I must. If I don't, I really will do something I will regret.
'Except, would I regret it?' I find myself wondering as I take the lift down to the basement car park. I'm not convinced I would.
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