Blake's POV
"Noah stop!" I glare at him crossing my arms.
"No"
"Noah I'm serious stop," I say seriously leaning forward in my seat resting my arms on the counter.
"No," Noah says lowly leaning closer to me staring into my eyes. We lock eyes battling for control until Noah stands back up straight pushes a plate towards me. "Eat it," he says casually pointing to the plate with a sandwich on it.
"I already ate 5 and some chips. You need to stop making me more sandwiches expecting me to eat them. I'm going to go get fat." I tell him taking a bite of the most delicious-smelling sandwich.
"Good" Noah nods his head looking at me.
"I hate you." I glare at him taking a bite of the sandwich. How is it so good? I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth.
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