I walk out of the most relaxing bath, thanks to the mysterious bath bomb left on my vanity.
I walk into my room from my bathroom, with nothing but short shorts and a very revealing tank top, and am surprised to find Noah casually laying on my bed reading my-his-copy of Lolita.
Without looking up he says "You know as good a book as this is, I don't understand how you can keep reading it without getting bored," In his adorable British accent.
"Well, I don't really know," I answer him truthfully.
"And that's one of the many things I love about you, Mara Dyer," Damn, how did I get so lucky. Noah looks up at me with a devilishly handsome smile on his face. I blush, as I realize that I was staring.
"Wow, quite the attire you've got on," Noah reminds me. I blush even harder as I realize that I am barely clothed. I make a move to quickly grab clothes, but Noah speaks again.
"I didn't say I was complaining though, now did I?"
"Well make up you're damn mind, pretty boy," I reply. and to that he grins even wider.
"Alright then, stay just the way you are. But come and sit with me, darling," he says. I walk over and sit on the other side of my bed.
"Closer," Noah instructs. I move a bit closer.
"Closer," Noah says again. move a touch closer.
"Oh for goodness sake," Noah complains, practically picks me up and sets me on his lap. I lean back against his chest, his chin on my head. We sit there and enjoy each others company. I slowly start drifting off, still in Noah's arms.
Noah POV
Why is she so damn perfect, How did I get so lucky? We were sitting, and now she's drifting asleep, still in my arms. No that I'm complaining. although the fact that she's in short shorts and a pretty low tank top. I start directing her down, setting her on the bed. I feel her stir, and she turns to face me with that gorgeous smile, snuggling closer into my arms.
"Well hello there," I say to her. she stretches her arms in response.
Mara POV
I wake up from my light rest, and snuggle closer into Noah.
"Well hello there," He responds, a smirk rising on his face. I notice my tank top has gone pretty low, revealing my lacy black bra. Crap. I go to lift it up, but Noah stops me.
"Leave it," He instructs. I blush but he lifts my face in his hands.
"You're beautiful, and there's no need to get self-conscious with me. I love you, and that'll never change." I open my mouth to respond, but Noah crashes his perfect mouth against mine. I deepen the kiss. I feel Noah smile against my lips. After a heated make-out session, we break our lips apart to get some air, but we stay tangled in each other.
"Is it me, or has it gotten really hot in here," I say, a smile playing at my lips. Noah smiles a mischievous grin, then lifts his shirt off and throws it to the ground. No matter how many times I have seen Noah shirtless, he leaves me breathless every time.
"You're turn," He says. He helps me lift off my shirt, leaving me in my bra.
"damn." Noah whispers under his breath. I smile and once again crash my lips against his. Noah slides his hands down. We continue on for 20 more minutes, then fall asleep in each others arms.