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One perk to being dead is that when you leave someone's apartment after sleeping with them, you don't have to take public transportation home in the clothes you wore the night before. Of course, Noah does have to at least leave Freddie's apartment under the guise of being a regular person since he hasn't fessed up to what he is yet, but from there he simply leave-leaves and re-manifests into his bedroom at Hywel.

His hair is a glittery mess and he needs a shower, but he hears a loud noise from the other room. Without thinking too much on it he opens his bedroom door to find out what's going on. "Everything okay?" he asks, looking toward the kitchen.

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Freddie's hand moves lower and so does his finger, and Noah's stomach flutters in anticipation. "We should probably stop," he says, a feeble protest. There are people in the pool with them. There are people on the patio. Literally any one of his friends could walk into this area at any moment and see this. And maybe they wouldn't see where Freddie's hand is, but they'd see Noah draped on him and he'd have to explain.

He tells himself to move away, but his body doesn't cooperate.