Youre practically best friends with Noah’s mom. She’d already claimed you as her daughter-in-law. She’d always text you to go to the spa, shop at the mall and whatnot.

Today, you were at Noah’s house, making dinner with her. You were chopping up vegetables when you felt two arms wrap around your waist.

“Hey there, gorgeous. How’s dinner looking?” Noah smirks, looking over your shoulder at the vegetables. What a flirt.