The sound of voices growing louder downstairs eventually woke me up.

I was hot, really hot, and it took a couple of seconds to realise it was Noah's body heat making me sweat. Still fast asleep, he lay curled around me from behind, one arm draped heavily over my waist.

Ignoring the fact my back was burning up, I shuffled into him a little closer. I had no idea how long we'd been asleep, laid there on top of the newly unpackaged sheets, but I wanted to soak up every second of him being close to me.

As I backed up all the way into his body, I could feel his erection start to grow again within his jeans.

Letting out a grumble, he pulled his arm tightly around my waist and breathed heavily into the back of my neck.

"Stop it..." he growled, before planting a light kiss on the nape of my neck.

"I'm not doing anything!" I protested half-heartedly, causing him to chuckle softly before placing one more kiss on my neck, then rolling away and standing up off the bed.

"Let's eat," he said, as his stretched his arms high above his head. Taking in every inch of his still-shirtless torso, food was the last thing on my mind. I would rather have starved than miss the opportunity to be with a half-naked Noah.

"I'm not hungry," I replied with a shrug.

"Well I am. Come on, it sounds like people are home now. Let's see what they're doing for dinner."

As we made our way downstairs, all the lights were on and the house was alive with bodies once again.

Raising my good arm in a quick wave as Noah led me into the kitchen, I spotted Mikey and James sat on the big wooden table already digging into pizza. Another guy I didn't recognise was sat alongside them. And then, at the end of the table, sat fucking Vanessa.

Feeling slightly riled about how comfortable she looked being there in Noah's house, I plastered on my best fake smile as she waved over to me.

"Hey, Abi, how are you doing? I've not seen you since before the... before, you know?"

"I'm good thanks, on the mend now," I replied, gesturing awkwardly with my slinged arm as I pulled a face about it.

Smiling back at me, she flicked her long red hair over to one side.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here," she continued. "I didn't realise you two were..."

"Us two were what?" Noah butted in.

"Were an item." Vanessa replied, raising her eyebrows inquisitively.

"We're not," Noah snapped back. "Abi just needed a bit of space so she's hanging out here for a couple of days."

As he walked over to grab us a couple of plates and some pizza, my feet stayed rooted to the spot as I soaked in his words. I was fully aware we hadn't put a label on things yet but, given the way we'd been acting all weekend, I didn't realise he would be so quick to brush it off as nothing.

"Abi, are you still in there?"

Snapping back into the room, I realised Noah was talking to me.

"Sorry, what?"

"Cheese and tomato or pepperoni? How many of each?"

"Oh, um, one of each would be great. Thanks."

As he walked back towards me with a plate in each hand, I could see Vanessa following his every move with her eyes.

"Let's eat upstairs," Noah instructed.

"Catch you two lovebirds later!" Vanessa called after us, before I heard the voices in the kitchen laughing among themselves.

As I closed the door to Noah's room, I felt awkward to be alone around him for the first time in ages.

"What's wrong?" He sighed, patting the spot on the bed next to him as he already started tucking into his pizza.

"Nothing."

"Abi, you're lying," he said, rolling his eyes at me for a change.

"Why didn't you tell them that we're-"

"That we're what? We haven't even decided between us what the hell this is yet so what, you want me to just make something up on the spot?"

"I just thought we were, I don't know. Making a go of things?"

"We are," he laughed gently. "But that doesn't mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend yet. You're the one who keeps talking about taking it slow."

"I know," I replied, picking at the topping of my pizza. "But..."

"But...?"

"Oh I don't know," I sighed, exasperated. "I'm just not as used to all this as you are, I guess."

"You're more used to it than I am," he laughed. "At least you've been in a proper relationship before."

"Noah, you've been with tens, maybe hundreds, of women for all I know," I shot back. "I think you've done this more than I have."

"Nope," he replied, nonchalantly licking pizza from his fingers. "You, Abigail Wilson, are the first woman to fall asleep next to me on my bed. You're the first woman I've ever kissed and actually felt anything about it."

"And," he continued, edging towards my side of the bed, "You're definitely the first woman I've ever taken furniture shopping on a Sunday morning."

As I looked down at his dramatic puppy dog eyes, staring up at me through those thick lashes, I couldn't help smiling at him.

"Well, I'm surprised by that," I said. "Not the bed shopping, but the other stuff. Do you just usually kick people straight out then, once you've had your wicked way?"

"You don't want to get into this discussion," he said, a stern tone hinting in his voice.

"Yes I do," I protested. "How can you have a list of previous lovers as long as your arm but none of them have ever slept in your bed?"

"Fine," he huffed, "If it really matters to you that much. Most of the women I've had sex with, have been just that. Sex. No emotion, nothing romantic, just... functional. And I usually avoid them coming here altogether, it's not worth the questioning I'll get from the boys."

Shocked at how easily he'd actually given me the truth, I couldn't come up with a reply quick enough.

"Is that the answer you wanted to hear?" he continued, "Or has that just made you realise yet again that my history comes with a warning sticker?"

"Thank you for telling me," was the only thing I could think of to say.

Seeming happy enough with that as a response, Noah leant over to playfully take a large bite out of the slice of pizza in my hand then rolled back onto the other side of the bed.

"Hurry up and finish, then," he said, looking over at me with a slight smirk at one corner of his mouth. "If we're talking experience, then I want to come clean about something else."

My heart jumped into my throat.

"I've never actually kissed a girl with pizza breath before," he continued. "I want to know exactly what that's like, will you teach me?"

Shaking my head as I rolled my eyes, I put my crust down on the plate and shoved it onto the floor. Turning to face Noah, I placed my forefinger into my mouth, licking the grease off with my tongue as I slid it back out.

As his eyes widened, I leaned over just centimetres from his face. Blasting him my full pepperoni-breath, I whispered, "I'm not completely innocent either, you know? I've been trying to tell you."

I barely had a chance to finish my sentence before Noah grabbed me and flipped onto my back.

"I warned you earlier, Abigail," he growled. "You need to stop driving me crazy, otherwise I'll pull that tampon out of you right now and get started on lesson two."

"Lesson two?" I laughed, as he pinned my hands against my chest. "Was that lesson one this morning, then?"

As he nodded sternly, I continued. "So... how many lessons have I got to look forward to until the final exam?"

"Depends how good a student you are," he smirked.

"Top of the class normally," I replied with a smug smile.

Leaning down to hover his lips just above mine, Noah whispered, "Well, shall we start with some revision from this morning?"

Trying not to laugh at our corny exchange, I wriggled my hands loose from his grip and slowly slid off my jumper, arching my back to undo my bra and drop it on the floor.

Quickly following my lead, Noah pulled his T-shirt over his head. Every muscle in his body rippled as he moved, and my hands were on his skin before he'd even finished removing it.

Even if I hadn't been hungry for pizza, I was hungry to feel Noah's lips all over my skin once again. Pulling his head towards me, he quickly obliged by beginning to tease my neck with his tongue. Moving down toward my breasts, my skin was pulsing with the anticipation of feeling his warm mouth again.

As his light kisses finally reached where I wanted them to, I took a deep breath and waited for the sensation I'd been longing for. Instead, I gasped as Noah lightly flicked his hot tongue across the sensitive tip of my breast, then immediately followed it with a cold stream of air.

There was no way of preventing the moan that escaped my throat, as my toes curled tightly and I writhed under the sensation of Noah doing the same on the other side.

"Oh my god," I whispered through a hitched breath.

"Do you like that?" Noah smirked against my skin.

"Mm-hmm."

"I can't wait to kiss you in other places," he murmured into my neck. "You're so responsive to everything I do. I'd love to know how wet you are right now, I bet I could just slide straight into you."

His filthy words were causing me to melt under the heat of his body even more. The thought of Noah's fingers inside me made my stomach knot, and he was right; the tingling between my legs was getting more intense by the second.

"I need you to do something, now," I gasped.

"Something?" he responded. I could feel his smile spreading against my skin.

"Just... anything. I need to feel you against me."

Noah moved his pelvis into position above mine. But, as he started to undo his belt, I panicked.

"No. I didn't mean-"

"Don't worry," he laughed gently, as he undid the silver buttons of his fly. "I'm just getting these fucking buttons out of the way."

As he opened the front of his jeans up to reveal a pair of bright blue Calvins, I couldn't help but stare at the shape of his bulge through the thin material. I'd never seen a penis other than George's, and it definitely didn't look to be the same size as Noah's.

Lowering his weight back onto me, I silently applauded myself for choosing to wear a skirt that morning. His pelvis grinding against mine, only a thin layer of cotton between us, caused the waves of pleasure to grow in my abdomen as we hungrily fought to kiss each other's bare torsos.

Through my own heavy breaths I could hear Noah's also becoming more forceful and rapid. As he continued to move against me, faster and harder, the pressure against my centre was incredible, and I soon felt the waves growing bigger with each grinding movement.

"Abi, I think..." he panted.

"Mmm," was the only response I could make, as the tingling grew between my legs with each nerve he hit in just the right place.

"I think I'm..." his voice was deep and rasping.

"Noah," I gasped, as an unknown barrier broke and a sudden shockwave travelled up through my stomach into my spine. My legs stiffened sharply and my breathing almost stopped completely for a second or two, as the feeling of overwhelming release flooded through every bone in my body.

"I'm going to..."

But before he could finish, Noah groaned loudly into my neck. As his fingers dug into my thighs and his buttocks clenched under my palms, I was pretty sure of what had just happened, and couldn't help the smile that crept across my lips.

Placing a few light kisses all over my face before meeting my mouth with his, Noah gently rolled off me, keeping his arm behind my head.

As we lay there gathering our breath and our thoughts, I could feel his body start to shake gently.

"Well, that was a first for me," he laughed.

"Did you just..." I asked, stifling a giggle of my own.

"Yep. Like a thirteen-year-old boy."

"I think I did, too," I whispered.

As he rolled over to plant another gentle kiss on my lips, Noah stroked the hair back from my face as he rested up on one elbow to look at me.

"You just wait, Miss Wilson," he smirked. "That was only a recap of lesson one, remember?"

"Yes, sir!" I laughed.

"I need to get cleaned up," he said, rolling awkwardly off the bed. "Then let's go to bed, yeah? I need to be up early for class."

"Yes, sir," I repeated, adding a salute this time.

As he disappeared into the en suite, Noah looked back at me with a grin.

"Oh, by the way..."

"Yes?"

"If you could put those silky PJs on again, that would be much appreciated."

Stretching out across the bed as I heard the shower powering on, I revelled in the dull ache between my legs and the small flutters still shooting out into my groin.

Who cares if we don't have a label on this yet? I thought to myself. You may have won this time Madame Ovaries, but not for much longer.

When Noah returned from the bathroom with only a white towel wrapped around his waist, it took everything in my power not to pull it off and go back for round two.

After having my own quick shower and changing into the pyjamas I now knew Noah was such a fan of, I crawled into the fresh bed next to him.

Wrapping his strong arms tightly around me, he nuzzled his light stubble into my neck. With each rise and fall of his chest against my back, I could feel his breaths growing heavier.

"You're incredible, Abi," he murmured.

"You're not so bad yourself," I whispered in response, before allowing myself to fall under the trance of his rhythmic breaths and steady heartbeat, and let sleep take me over, too.