You and your enemy, Noah agreed to ‘date’ for this thing you had with your friends.

"Be still." Noah says in your ear, you're sitting in his lap, only half listening to the conversations around you. You shiver as his breath hits your neck, his hands grip your waist, you move slightly.

He curses and his hands on you tighten. “Stop squirming.” He says in a low voice. You ask why and then realise. “Oh.” Is all you say. “Yeah, ‘oh’ we’re going to have a big problem if you keep on.” He growls.