the conclusion that we’ll have each other, and we need to lean on each other as well. No more hiding things.
Of course I agreed, but I just can’t tell him everything, at least not yet. I’m not sure how he’ll handle it. I still haven’t dealt with it myself. Keeping this a secret will come back to haunt me, I’m sure, but there is no way I’m telling him how I know his parents. Dani keeps pressuring me daily and has threatened to let him in on my secret herself. I keep telling her that I’ll tell him, but I just need more time, time that I seem to be running short of. He’s just as emotionally unstable as I am right now, and I’ll know when the time is right.
I can’t lie here any longer, so I get out of bed as quietly as I can and grab my crutches. I make my way into the bathroom to use it while he’s asleep and try to shower. I’m almost in shock when I realize I’m no longer bleeding. I haven’t had any pain in over a week and now this. I’m so excited I could scream. I’m so beyond overjoyed that Noah could walk in here right now and catch me peeing, and I wouldn’t even care. Gah . . . If only I could dance right now, I’d be ecstatic. I feel like a heavy weight has been lifted off of me. I’ll finally be able to please my man with more than my mouth. I shower as quickly as I can without falling and get dressed, sneaking my way past Noah and into the closet.
Last night Noah told me he was going home soon to start studying for the bar exam. I can’t stand the thought of being without him now, so I told him I wanted to go home with him. I made that instantaneous decision without regret; I won’t leave my Greek god ever again. I start taking all of my clothes off of the hangers and begin packing them into my suitcases. An hour later, my hair has air dried, falling in loose, messy waves down my back, and I’ve packed almost everything of ours.
Noah must have been exhausted, because I moved from the closet to the bedroom to pack, and he never woke up. There are clothes scattered all over the bed that I’ve yet to pack, but I need a break. My foot is in a lot of pain, and I think I’ve overdone it. I’m about to get back into bed when he stirs and reaches for me. He lifts his head when he can’t find me.
“Baby? What’s wrong? Why are you up?”
I can’t help but smile. He’s so perfect, and he’s always concerned about me.
“I couldn’t sleep. Go back to sleep, I’m fine,” I lie through my teeth because my foot really hurts, but he doesn’t need to know that.
He sits up and rubs his eyes before forcing them open. Blinking, he takes in the mess that is now our bedroom. He peers down at the folded clothes on the floor and the outfits I have strewn on the bed. “What are you doing? Can you not figure out what to wear?”
“I’m packing,” I say as I sit on the bed.
“Packing?” He swings his legs off of the bed, and I watch his muscles shift with each progression of his limbs. He walks into the closet and turns to face me when he notices that nothing is in the closet anymore. “You packed my shit too?” he asks with a cocky smile playing on his lips. He’s got a five o’clock shadow, and it looks unbelievably titillating.
“Yes,” is all my worked-up body can squeak out.
I think he notices my eyes roaming his toned, gorgeous body because the air shifts between us. His body moves toward me, and I’m about to drool, but I’m out of breath and panting. What is he doing to me?
“Is this you telling me you want to go home sooner than later?”
He’s so close—I can feel the heat radiating off of him. My body defies me by getting up and moving even closer. I blink up at him seductively. My body has a mind of its own as I trace the outline of his nipple before trailing my finger down the middle of his torso to the deep end of his carved-out V, right where his boxer briefs begin.
“I want you to take me . . .” I pause and watch his eyes darken. “ . . .
Of course I agreed, but I just can’t tell him everything, at least not yet. I’m not sure how he’ll handle it. I still haven’t dealt with it myself. Keeping this a secret will come back to haunt me, I’m sure, but there is no way I’m telling him how I know his parents. Dani keeps pressuring me daily and has threatened to let him in on my secret herself. I keep telling her that I’ll tell him, but I just need more time, time that I seem to be running short of. He’s just as emotionally unstable as I am right now, and I’ll know when the time is right.
I can’t lie here any longer, so I get out of bed as quietly as I can and grab my crutches. I make my way into the bathroom to use it while he’s asleep and try to shower. I’m almost in shock when I realize I’m no longer bleeding. I haven’t had any pain in over a week and now this. I’m so excited I could scream. I’m so beyond overjoyed that Noah could walk in here right now and catch me peeing, and I wouldn’t even care. Gah . . . If only I could dance right now, I’d be ecstatic. I feel like a heavy weight has been lifted off of me. I’ll finally be able to please my man with more than my mouth. I shower as quickly as I can without falling and get dressed, sneaking my way past Noah and into the closet.
Last night Noah told me he was going home soon to start studying for the bar exam. I can’t stand the thought of being without him now, so I told him I wanted to go home with him. I made that instantaneous decision without regret; I won’t leave my Greek god ever again. I start taking all of my clothes off of the hangers and begin packing them into my suitcases. An hour later, my hair has air dried, falling in loose, messy waves down my back, and I’ve packed almost everything of ours.
Noah must have been exhausted, because I moved from the closet to the bedroom to pack, and he never woke up. There are clothes scattered all over the bed that I’ve yet to pack, but I need a break. My foot is in a lot of pain, and I think I’ve overdone it. I’m about to get back into bed when he stirs and reaches for me. He lifts his head when he can’t find me.
“Baby? What’s wrong? Why are you up?”
I can’t help but smile. He’s so perfect, and he’s always concerned about me.
“I couldn’t sleep. Go back to sleep, I’m fine,” I lie through my teeth because my foot really hurts, but he doesn’t need to know that.
He sits up and rubs his eyes before forcing them open. Blinking, he takes in the mess that is now our bedroom. He peers down at the folded clothes on the floor and the outfits I have strewn on the bed. “What are you doing? Can you not figure out what to wear?”
“I’m packing,” I say as I sit on the bed.
“Packing?” He swings his legs off of the bed, and I watch his muscles shift with each progression of his limbs. He walks into the closet and turns to face me when he notices that nothing is in the closet anymore. “You packed my shit too?” he asks with a cocky smile playing on his lips. He’s got a five o’clock shadow, and it looks unbelievably titillating.
“Yes,” is all my worked-up body can squeak out.
I think he notices my eyes roaming his toned, gorgeous body because the air shifts between us. His body moves toward me, and I’m about to drool, but I’m out of breath and panting. What is he doing to me?
“Is this you telling me you want to go home sooner than later?”
He’s so close—I can feel the heat radiating off of him. My body defies me by getting up and moving even closer. I blink up at him seductively. My body has a mind of its own as I trace the outline of his nipple before trailing my finger down the middle of his torso to the deep end of his carved-out V, right where his boxer briefs begin.
“I want you to take me . . .” I pause and watch his eyes darken. “ . . .
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