Chapter 4

Stuffed and happy, I dropped my fork into the plate.

"Noah, you feel like getting some exercise in a bit?" I asked.

His eyes sharpened. He glanced at the clock, then back at me, a slow, heated smile spreading.

He cleared his throat. "It's kinda late, but I'm game if you are."

"Do I need to pay extra?" I teased.

"Not necessary," he replied.

"Then go ahead and get ready."

"Alright."

I kicked back on the couch, smug, watching him fly through the dishes. Then, still smiling, he started casually unbuttoning his shirt as he sauntered over.

Once his shirt…