Noah has this way about him. He draws out a carefree, lighter, happier version of myself and it’s intoxicating. I can’t pin it but I almost knew it as soon as I met him that he’d have that effect on me. It’s the way he holds himself. As though he doesn’t care about the way people perceive him. It’s contagious.
I can’t really explain what it’s like being around him. The air feels lighter. Colors are more vibrant. Songs have deeper, more fulfilling meanings. Everything just seems…better.I mean, don’t even get me started on sex. Sex feels…transcendent. Otherworldly.The first time we had it, I knew nothing would ever top that again. Last night proved that every time is better than the last. I’m hooked.
The sun beads down in my eyes and I slowly open my lids to see Noah walking in with Paislee in one hand and a plate in the other.
Wehad decided to sleep in separate beds, just in case something happened and Veronica came home. As much as I hate being away from him, I’m happy he’s coming in early.
Especially looking likethis. In the same sleep pants he wore when we were camping. Black and red checkered, and they always hang just right off his hips where I can see his devastatingly delicious v-lines.
“Can you say dadda?” Noah coos to Paislee, who’s giving me a gummy smile as she waves her excitement for me.
“Ah, there’s my girl.” No wonder I slept so well. Paislee didn’t wake me up throughout the night. “Did you grab her last night?”
“Ah, only a couple of times. I wanted you to have a good sleep after…such a late night.” He smirks, coming to sit by the edge of the bed. My hand instantly comes up to rub his back. So soft and fit.
“Thank you,” I sigh, only happiness in my mind. “Are those pancakes?”
He looks down as if he just remembered too. “Oh! Yeah, we made these for you.” He hands me the plate, along with the knife and fork.
Drizzled with syrup, I see that he also smeared some butter on.
“Wow, thank you.” I smile down at the sweet gesture. Very thoughtful. It’s nice seeing yet another side of him.
I look at him to see him bite his lip, watching me cut a slice out, anticipating my reaction. He wants me to like it so badly. It’s adorable.
I bring it to my mouth and am immediately hit with a raw and gummy texture.
“Mmmm,” I moan around the fork trying to play it off like it’s delicious.
He frowns. “You hate it.”
I shake my head, trying to stifle my laughter. “I love it.”
“I knew it. I should’ve ordered takeout or something. Do they do takeout breakfast? Paislee, I told you that was a bad idea.” He rushes to stand up.
“No, no!” I laugh, stretching my arm out to catch him before he gets too far. “I love them.”
“I wanted you to have a yummy breakfast. Youdeserveyummy pancakes.” He huffs, sitting back down on the bed.
“Why don’t you have a bite?” I cut into the pancake, holding out a piece for him. He leans in and bites off the chunk with his teeth.
After a few chews, he immediately shakes his head, making me laugh even harder.
“Ew. They aresobad.” He pouts, as I drop the fork back on the plate.
“They're notbad. Just…not verygood.” I laugh, dropping my head back onto the pillow.
“I can’t believe it.” He shakes his head, chuckling. He shifts Paislee so she can see his face. “Your daddy just lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie. Idolove them.” I shake my head, trying to wipe away the tears. “You’re so good to me. And look, the syrup is still good.” I prop myself up, dip my finger into the sugary liquid and bring it to his lips. Grabbing the back of his neck to hold him in place, I dab my coated finger on his bottom lip.
“Mmm,” he hums, slowly licking it clean. “Thatdoestaste good.”
His gaze drops to my lips, lingering there a second too long. We hold the look, just a beat, desire plain on his face, thick enough to feel.
Paislee babbles suddenly, reaching for the plate between us and nearly knocking it over, snapping the spell.
He chuckles under his breath. “Well,” he says, “I guess we should get something in you that’s a little more sustainable than syrup. Shouldn’t we?” He stands, already heading for the door. “What do you say—out for breakfast?”
