"You're early," I whispered, slinging my bag over one shoulder."
Noel didn't answer right away. He stepped out of the shadows of the cafe. "I didn't want to risk missing a single second with you," he murmured, slowly. He gestured with his chin toward the dark street outside, where his sleek, matte-black sports car gleamed under the streetlights. "Come on. Let me take you home."
I hesitated for a second, Charles's angry warnings ringing faintly in the back of my mind. I knew it was dangerous to get close to him again. But looking at the angle of his jaw and the sincerity in his eyes, my defenses completely melted away.
"Okay," I breathed.
We walked out into the cool night air, as Noel stepped ahead of me, reaching out to open the passenger door. I slid onto the expensive leather seat.
He closed the door softly, walked around the front, and hopped into the driver's seat, pulling out into the traffic.
