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Chapter Eleven- Just Like Heaven


Nola

I must have fallen asleep sometime around six, and then, when I woke up, we were just coming in to Berkeley.

Brady was so sweet for letting me sleep, but I felt bad he had to drive in silence with no one to talk to for all that time.

We'd arranged that we'd just go to our motel first of all, and get settled, and then Jordan and Isla were gonna come meet us there.

I was so excited to see Jordan again, but even more excited to have Brady with me for the next five days.

We arrived at the simple motel. It was funny, so generic and 'typical' of a motel, everything you'd expect, from bad floral bed spreads to matching curtains. But it was perfectly fine for us for the weekend, I hardly needed the Ritz to get a decent nights sleep.

Brady had gotten us two adjoining single rooms, and we each went into our own to put our stuff away.
Once I'd done that I went into the bathroom, to examine the damage of thirteen and a half hours in the car.

I knew I felt like crap after that journey- my body was completely shattered- and I now found that I pretty much looked it too.

I splashed some water on my face, waking myself up a bit, and decided to go ahead and brush my teeth as well.

I then scooped my hair up, and using the elastic I already had on my wrist, I tied it back in its long ponytail.

It was a little chillier now that it was nighttime, so I quickly grabbed a sweater out of my bag and put it on.

I was too tired to make any more of an effort- I figured I looked presentable enough to meet my brother and his girlfriend anyways.

I went back out into my room and banged on our adjoining wall-

"You ready for me to give Jordan a call?" I asked.

"Yup", he called back quickly. "You decent? I'll come in there" he said.

"Uh huh" I called back whilst rummaging through my overflowing bag to locate my cell phone.

He opened the door which went between our rooms and came in wearing a different colored t-shirt to before, but other than that, he looked just as he always did- no shoes, cut off shorts- perfection.

I smiled up at him, acknowledging his presence while my hand finally grasped my little silver flip phone.

I dialed Jordan's number, and let him know we were here, to which he said they'd see us in about a quarter of an hour. I guess we'd all go out and grab some dinner together.

After snacking all afternoon in the car, despite it being pretty late, I wasn't that hungry, but judging by the size of some meals I'd seen Brady eat before, by the time they arrived at my room, I could tell Brady was eager to get some food.

As always, it was awesome to see my brother again.

When I heard the knock at the door, I jumped up, quickly opening the door before I was instantly enveloped in a hug from Jordan.

"Hey, how are ya?" He said warmly, as he put me down.

"Great", I replied, "how about you?"

"Yeah, yeah, good- hey Nole, I better do the introductions- this is Isla" he said as he stepped sideways, presenting a tiny, and yes, very obviously gorgeous, girl.

"Hi," She said, beaming.

"Wow, Jordan's just told me so much about you- I feel like we already know each other," she laughed, as she stepped forward, giving me a small hug.

She was petite, and at least a couple of inches shorter than my 5'7, with chestnut brown hair out, and French braided in the front.

Jordan was not being biased when he mentioned her beauty, she had these perfectly defined cheekbones, and flawless cream skin.

"Hey," I said happily, "yeah, I could definitely say the same for you."

I led them inside the room, where a similar introduction (minus the hugging) was carried out between Jordan and Brady.

Jordan was remarkably cool about the whole 'brady's my teacher' thing.

You'd think he didn't even know.

The two of them were the same age, and seemed to slip easily into conversation, leaving Isla and I to talk amongst ourselves.

"So Jordan's hair is finally, shorter." I remarked.

"I know, right? I finally convinced him to cut it, and now you can actually see his eyes" She said, laughing, "wow, speaking of which, the two of you have like identical pale blue eyes," she noticed.

"Yeah, strong genes I guess- mom's are the same, but Jordan looks mostly like our dad." I said.

"Yeah, Jordan was telling me." She nodded, knowingly, "I think it's so great that you two are so close, after everything that you had to go through- It's like I said to Jordan, you don't have to remember a person to miss their presence." She said with a sympathetic smile.

I could definitely see Jordan's gravitation to this girl. She was so open, so sweet. I liked her almost immediately.

I nodded in agreement, "He's a great big brother, and I can tell he's crazy about you" I said, making her blush slightly.

"You know, I have two sisters, and we have nothing near the closeness you two have- I think it's so sweet."

Our conversation was soon interrupted by the boys, who walked over the couch we were sitting on.

"Okay, it's way too late for us to not have eaten yet. Feeding time." Jordan announced.

We grabbed coats and walked down the street to a little family restaurant. This may have been California, but it was not warm California.

Despite it being the middle of spring, the night air was extremely chilly, so we walked briskly into the restaurant, grateful for it's warmth once we got inside.

Dinner was nice.

There was no awkward period of strained conversation, it moved by naturally, and was a lot of fun.

I genuinely really liked Isla, and could tell her and Jordan were in love. They were just so inexplicably wrapped up in each other. Everything between them seemed one hundred percent natural, and comfortable. As though they'd known each other forever.

Brady and Jordan seemed to get on really well, which made me feel so incredibly happy.

It wasn't even like we were together, but I really cared about him, so of course, it meant a lot to me that Jordan liked him too.

By the time we got back to our rooms it was almost midnight, and we were both absolutely spent, so we said goodnight and went into our respective rooms.

As I lay in bed, I suddenly didn't feel as tired as I had just before.

Lying there, I don't know for sure what it was, but I just could not seem to fall asleep.

I couldn't get the thought out of my head, that Brady was lying in bed just through the wall.

I think it was knowing that we had adjoining rooms, that there was literally nothing to stop me from getting up and walking straight into the room where he was in bed.

I felt restless.

Like I had to force myself to stay, restrained by my own sense of, well, sense.

Brady

The night had gone by really, really well.

Because I knew how close they were, I had felt a little nervous about meeting her brother, I'll admit.

But he was a cool guy, and we were the same age, so it wasn't like it felt weird or anything.

In fact, I was surprised at how un-weird the night had been.

Everything had ran very smoothly, and, the best part, had been seeing Nola like this.

She hadn't seen her brother since Christmas, and I knew she would be happy to see him, but seeing was a different thing altogether.

When she was glowing. From the start of the trip, she'd been even more happy, and buzzing than usual.

To me she would always be able to light up the room. She was this genuinely happy person, and it had only been on very rare occasions that I'd seen her looking remotely upset.

I now lay in bed, unsure of what to do with myself.

I had been absolutely exhausted after dinner, having patrolled last night, and gotten up early this morning, before driving all day, but now I could not seem to fall asleep.

The bed was up against the adjoining wall, as was the one in her room.

Thanks to my wolf senses, through the thin wall I could hear her breathing. I could hear the sound of her heartbeats. I could smell her enticing sent.

Everything was alerting me of her presence. Telling me that she was just a few feet away.

That there was nothing stopping me from going in there.
I felt like a total creep, but I just could not get the image out of my head. I could not drop the tension that came from knowing that I could just go to her, right now.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the fantasies of her from my mind.

I couldn't stop them from playing out involuntarily.

She was just so godamn beautiful.

Just thinking about her was starting to get me all hot and bothered. I felt like I really needed to go to the bathroom to...take matters into my…own hands, so to speak. But I felt like a total sleaze. Especially with her in the other room.

The other room. Just through that wall.

This was going to be a long night.

Nola

After finally falling asleep last night at god knows what hour, I woke up the next mornig around nine.

Today was a day that Brady and I would be spending with ourselves, until Jordan and Isla's lectures finished, anyway, which meant we were free until around three.

I got out of bed and quickly threw on a bra and my white t-shirt from the day before.

The rooms we had were obviously meant to be for a family type situation, because they were adjoining, and shared a bathroom.

So, I'd have to go through Brady's room to take a shower, so wanted to make sure I was at least semi-presentable to do so.

It was almost nine, so I assumed he'd be awake, and knocked on the door.

"Can I come in- to shower?" I called softly.

"Yup, sure." He called.

I opened the door, a completely startled at what I found.

Brady was sitting on the end of his bed, flipping through the channels on the tv. He was shirtless, wearing only his some cut off sweat pants.

His back was to me, and he didn't turn around right away, so I was left, shell shocked, to admire the muscular planes of his back.

I knew it wasn't supposed to be a big deal, guys went shirtless all the time, but, well, not Brady. With Brady it was definitely a big deal.

I never though I could find him any more attractive than I already did, but now I stand corrected.

He then stood up and turned to face me,

"Morning," he said, flashing a smile, and giving me a frontal view of his unbelievable shirtlessness.

His dark skin along with the deeply cut muscles in his ches and stomach and arms, and…

The sight of him made my stomach clench.

I felt weak, and embarrassingly full of desire, so, saying a quick good morning, I forced myself to avert my eyes, and walked briskly to the bathroom.

Closing the door to the tiny room behind me, I let out a sigh.

That, I had not been prepared for.

It was definitely a good thing I was going to have a shower- maybe I should make it a slightly cold one.

I walked over to the shabby looking shower- bathtub combo unit, and tried to figure it out.

It had one of those shower heads you could pull off of it's mount, and was connected by a long tube, so I pulled it down and turned on the tap.

Holding the shower head in my hand, I was going to try to get it up to temperature before hopping in, but, after turning it on, I heard a weird sound, and then, nothing.

NO water came out, so I brought the head up closer to me, to see if I could see anything. The whole bathroom was completely dated and somewhat grotty looking, so it didn't surprise me that nothing worked.

Suddenly, just in time for me to be holding it up to my face, the water came on, freezing cold and at maximum pressure. A painful stream of it gushed at my face.

I squealed loudly, and the shock of the water made me drop the shower head.

The pressure of the water going through the tube was so strong, it had the shower head snaking and curling around the small room as though I was alive.

I continued to squeal as it saturated me from every angle while I tried to grab it.

Amongst it all, I became aware of a booming knock on the door.

"Nola, are you okay?" Came Brady's worried voice.

"I, uh, um" I called absently, as I tried to grab the nozzle and avoid the constant streams of icy water.

"Okay, I'm coming in," he said, as though questioning.

"Kay" I called, jumping around.

He burst in, and, relieved, immediately started laughing, as he too, began to get covered in the water spraying from the mutant shower head.

With his better reflexes, he caught it almost immediately.

By this time, we had both began to laugh hysterically.

"Okay, so you didn't get enough water, huh?" he asked, cheekily, before directing the stream at me, soaking me even more.

"Aaah!!" I screamed between spurts of laughter, and jumped at him, trying to wrestle the shower head off of him.

By the time the water finally cut off, I was holding it, his arms around me trying to yank it out of my hands, us both standing there absolutely covered in water.

Brady

I'd woken up that morning earlier than I'd wanted to, especially considering I'd gotten a pathetic amount of sleep.
But, I couldn't see myself getting anymore, so I got up and chucked on a pair of cut off sweats.

I was hot, the room was small and stuffy, and it seemed like, despite the weather yesterday, today was going to be warm. Besides, when you run at about one-hundred and eight degrees, it's not hard to start to feel hot.

SO I sat on the bed, on top of the covers and killed time, watching whatever crap I could find on the shitty motel TV.

A little while later, Nola knocked and came in, having to walk though to access the closet sized bathroom.

She strolled it, her scent filling the small room, and captivating me as always.

I heard her stop, and turned around, to find her looking a little deer-in-headlights.

It was only then that I realized that how I was dressed probably wasn't exactly cochure. It was hard when I spent so much time like this, to realize when it's a big deal and when it's not.

Even in the morning, she looked incredible.

Her hair was spilling out of its elastic, and she looked decidedly tousled, in an extremely adorable way.
She was wearing only a tight little white t-shirt and some pale blue cotton pyjama shorts, which were very short, showing off her toned tanned legs.

I could smell her amazing scent. It was so sweet and fruity, like some kind of candy that hadn't even been invented.

For a few seconds, she stared at me, biting her bottom lip, and I could smell her scent intensify. It threw me a little, was she….turned on?

She blushed suddenly, giving herself a little shake and walking briskly into the bathroom, after a quick reply to my previous greeting.

I didn't know definitely, but I was pretty sure of what had just happened, and although it felt creepy, I felt ecstatic.

She was so fucking gorgeous, and if that meant she was attracted to me too, well,- it was just unfathomable.

I had to take a few deep breaths to stop myself from getting worked up. I tried to concentrate on the tv, staring at it without taking it in.

I carried on like that, until a few moments later, when I heard her screams.

She kept squealing and screaming, I didn't know what had happened, but I immediately assumed the worst, rushing over to the door and banging on it.

When she didn't answer I called out to her, but not getting a proper reply, I quicky tried to get the all-clear to go in, and barged in the door.

I don't know what I had expected to find, but this wasn't it.

She was squealing, and hopping around, while the stupid retractable shower thing swirled and sprayed all over the room.

It was like she was diving at it, and jumping away from it at the same time. It was too funny.

It was like a scene from some dumb movie. She was saturated, and completely adorable, as she too, started to laugh, while I grabbed for the thing, spraying her some more.

She was jumping at me, grabbing for the thing.

The floor was covered in water, and I slipped a little, dropping the shower head.

She grabbed it, and sprayed me full force in the face.

"Yeah, how do you like it?" she screamed, in fits of laughter.

I grabbed her arm, wrapping mine around her from behind and grabbed the still alive shower head from her hands, right before the thing cut off. The water just stopped, proving, once again, what a quality motel this was.

I dropped it to the floor and she turned around, looking up at me, as our laughter died away.

It was suddenly quiet.

We were both out of breath and I could feel the fast rise and fall of her chest against my arm.

I was looking into her eyes, as our smiles faded away.

In that moment, I wasn't thinking about anything accept her. Her gorgeous pale blond hair, soaked and clinging to her neck and back. Her tanned body, soaked in a layer of freezing water, her now see-through white t-shirt, pasted on to the curves her waist and breast. Her pink lips, moist and parted, as she breathed in and out, her face, so alive and free, and her eyes. Those eyes which looked up at me now, so piercing, so beautiful.

I turned her around in my arms, not letting her free of the cage they provided.

She was now facing me, wrapped in my arms, her cold, drenched body held against my warm one.

Slowly, I trailed an arm up her back, my hand finding her neck, and then her cheek.

She closed her eyes at my hand on her face, before slowly opening them again to look into mine.

I gravitated closer, leaning in.

And I was kissing her.

I didn't think I didn't weigh options, I didn't back out.

I just leaned in, and did what felt like the most natural thing I'd ever done.

I touched her incredible full, soft lips with mine.

It was short, and soft and sweet.
I breathed in her intoxicating smell, as I moved my face closer still, tracing the side of her face with mine.

I suddenly felt the sensation of her cool hands on the back of my neck, as she brought her face up, nuzzling it in the crook of my neck, and breathing in to me.

I closed my eyes, inhaling the smell of her hair.

Perfection.


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