Chapter 15

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“Cedes!” Izzy exclaims as she rushes to me, I pick her up and give her a tight hug. 

“What up, tootsie?” I ask the little six year old. 

She giggles. “I’m heading to a party,” she shares. 

“That’s cool, where are you going?” I question. 

Izzy shrugs. “A play I think.” I smile and walk into the kitchen with Noah and Izzy. 

“Cedes!” Mrs. Blaine shrieks as she sees me. 

“Hi,” I mumble. 

Then she glares at Noah. “Why do you always bring her here when we leave?” she snaps. Noah rolls his eyes and grabs himself a water. “how are you?” she asks me. 

“I’m good, how are you?” I ask back. 

“I’m good, come on Izzy get down,” Izzy sticks her tongue out at her mom. “you are such a fresh kid.” I chuckle and put Izzy down. Izzy had Noah’s blond hair and dark eyes but she had her moms attitude and petite frame. 

“Cedes, is that you?” Mr. Blaine jokes as he enters the kitchen. “haven’t you seen you in awhile, what’s been up with you lately?” he wonders. 

“Nothing much, really,” I answer. 

Mr. Blaine looks at Noah. “You guys are going to be here… Alone?” Noah nods. “don’t do anything stupid, kid, you hear me?” I chuckle. “alright Cedes we have to head out, but are you staying the night?” I shake my head. “that sucks but come here more, okay?” I nod and Mr. Blaine gives me a tight hug and they are off. 

“Your dad loves meeee,” I sing once the front door shuts and the three are off. Noah walks over to me and hoists me up on the island. 

“So doesn’t my mom, Izzy, Bryan, Silver…” Noah chuckles. 

I wink at him. “Your family just loves me.” 

“That I can agree on,” Noah murmurs and my lips press onto his. At first the kiss was slow and nice then Noah picked up the pace and asked for entrance. 

One thing you must know about Noah. He is the most amazing French kisser, ever. I don’t know what it is, honestly, he just has the tongue of God. One minute of French kissing Noah and you’re in heaven, he literally takes your breath away. 

“Mhm,” I moaned once Noah started lightly dragging his teeth over my tongue. I surprise Noah by nipping at his lip and dragging it out. I let it go and kiss him again, our lips moving in harmony with each other. But I pout when Noah finally pulls away and nods his head towards the living room. 

“Come on lets watch TV.” I sigh when he starts walking in the living. I hop off the counter and follow Noah into the living room.  

“God, my leg is so tired,” I whine. Noah widens his legs and pats the spot in between his legs. I walk over to him and sit down and rest my back on his chest. 

“Take your prosthetic leg off,” Noah bosses. I look over my shoulder and crease my eyebrows at him. “just do it.” 

“I don’t have the spray alcohol with me, Noah.” 

“Yeah you have a bottle here, remember?” I nod when I remember. “just take it off.” I sigh and start to take it off. I put all the stuff neatly on the floor and let my leg lay on the couch. 

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