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couldn't tell which one.
    "Just a minute," he mumbled into the phone, and she heard him fumble around the room for a minute and head to the door. She couldn't hear the entire conversation, but it sounded like some of the kids had gotten into a fight.
    "Just go down there and tell them to calm down, and I'll be there in a minute," she heard Noah say before he headed back to the phone.
    "Em, I'm sorry, the kids—"
    "I heard," she interrupted, smiling to herself. Poor Noah, always the peacemaker.
    "Listen, I'm so sorry, but I've gotta go down there before things get out of hand…"
    "It's okay, Noah...go, before some kind of geek war breaks out in the hallway.”
    She heard some more knocks, louder this time. "Mr. Jordan!"
    "I gotta go," he whispered quickly. "I..,” He paused. “I'll see you tomorrow."
    "See you tomorrow," she answered back, but with all the action at his door, she wasn't even sure that he heard her.
    Emma hung up and hugged her pillow tight to her chest. He shouldn't be making her feel this special and desired. He was just a friend. Right, just a friend. She wasn't even fooling herself anymore.
     
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    The final bell of the day pealed through the halls, and Noah gave a silent prayer of thanks. It was Friday, and prom weekend, and the whole school was a little nuts. The kids were out of control, and all the teachers were spending their conference periods patrolling the halls, making sure that they remained relatively free of alcohol, drugs, and/or public displays of teenage sex.
    The day's crazy schedule had brought him into contact with Emma much more often than usual, and he found himself practically sprinting to her office as kids slammed lockers and barreled past him towards the parking lot. His arms ached to hold her.
    Bursting into Emma's office, Noah stared at her for a long moment. She gave him a shy smile, and it was so sexy he felt as if the breath had been knocked out of him.
    "Umm…I have to, you know…" He walked to her and kissed her, his lips caressing hers, her breath catching in her throat as his hand cupped her neck gently, pulling her forward. The kiss grew deeper, and hotter, and Noah felt Emma's hands run over his chest, up his shoulders to the back of his head, crushing his mouth over hers. Their breathing became erratic, and Noah knew they needed to stop, while they still could.
    "Em," he said hoarsely, as he moved back from her lips. "We have to go, like...now." She nodded wordlessly, her eyes wide—she seemed stunned by their desire, and her cheeks were flushed and damp.
    Noah's hands were shaking so badly it took him three tries to push the key into the ignition of his car, and once they were on the road he looked forward seriously, trying to concentrate on driving, while the smell of Emma's perfume and the sight of her bare knee in the corner of his eye made him cough and adjust himself in his seat. At the next red light, he glanced over quickly, and saw her looking back at him, her eyes full of longing.
    "We're almost there," he said, reaching over to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.
    "Almost there," she echoed.
    Noah pulled into Emma's parking lot a little too quickly, and was lunging over the armrest as soon as he stopped the car. His lips strayed over her face, and his hands wandered over her ribcage. Emma whimpered, and he gasped, "C'mon."
    Once the front door was closed behind them, Emma was in his arms, and the hours of waiting had made him so desperate that he kissed her, hard, and knocked her back against the wall of the entryway with a thud. He stopped quickly, to see if she was okay, and she whined in protest, pulling him back to her lips, trembling with need.
    They ripped at each others clothes, frustrated, moaning with hunger and impatience. He pinned her against the front door and blanketed her with his chest.
    "Em, Em…love you…love you so much." He was so wrapped up in her feel and smell and slick heat he thought he might weep with desire. When he bent