Chapter 9
Noah
My phone chimed with a new message shortly after lunchtime on Thursday.
Mr Pickles raised his head at the sound.
“Oops, sorry. I usually keep my phone silent,” I explained as I picked it off the table.
Oh my goodness, you just apologised to a stray cat.
I snorted as I unlocked the screen.
Lewis: Hey, Bright. How was the rest of your week? Are you still up for a trip to the museum tomorrow?
“Yes, of course,” I typed back with shaking fingers.
Okay, he still wants to be alone with you for hours.
Maybe I didn’t fuck everything up that I touched.
Lewis: I’ll pick you up at 8?
Noah: Looking forward to it x
I’d barely hit send when my brain went into overdrive.
You sent a kiss, Noah. Wtf is wrong with you?
It was Lew’s next message that stopped my spiralling thoughts.
Lewis: Me, too x