Kissing Booth: Another Take

Chapter 35

AN: Short chapter but I feel like we haven't gotten enough one on one Elle & Noah fluff!

Elle

This was really nice. Noah had taken me out for dinner and a movie and finished with taking me to the middle of the empty soccer field with a blanket so I could see some "real" stars like he called them.

"This almost feels like the soccer field back home, except not at all," I thought out loud, looking to see that stars really did shine brighter than I had ever seen back home.

Noah turned his head to look at me, the smile that was just there replaced by a sad look making me wonder what I had said to prompt it.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked him suddenly worried.

His eyebrows furrowed. "You and Marco used to hang out there a lot right?" He asked slowly, the sadness reaching his voice.

"Yeah but not like this," I reasoned confused as to his mention of Marco.

A pause before Noah sighed. "Elle," he said seriously, "I'm sorry I never called those 6 months."

I stayed quiet, surprised this was even coming up. I was grateful that he continued on his own, "I hate thinking of everything I put you through and I hate I didn't call the one day that mattered to you most..." a hand ran over his face, frustrated.

I knew what day he was talking about, I just didn't know why he was even thinking about it and if he even knew how bad that day actually was for me. "Noah I— ," I started but he cut me off.

"No Elle, I need to say this. I know missed a lot those six months and that person back then didn't deserve you but I know that I am trying my best to deserve you now. Whatever that involves," he leaned on his side to hover over me and look in my eyes. "Promise me you won't forget that. Even when things get hard," he asked.

I looked between his two eyes still confused but nodded. "Of course Noah."

He searched my eyes, I'm sure finding the puzzlement there. "Marco told me about the night he found you on the soccer field," he sighed.

I failed hiding the surprise. "Why?" I managed.

He shrugged. "Because he cares about you. And he wanted to make sure I knew that I couldn't do that you again..." he said softly. "And I won't Elle. I'll never do that to you again. I should've called. I should've called before then, but my pride..."

"Noah," I cut him off grabbing his hand. "Noah stop. We've been over this. We've said our sorry's, we've taken responsibility for our parts. You don't need to keep feeling bad. I've forgiven whatever there is to forgive."

He looked at me, less sad, more amazed. "I don't deserve you, Elle."

I didn't get a chance to reply before his lips were on mine and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him on our picnic blanket. His hand came to the back of my neck to deepen the kiss making me gasp in surprise. His other hand slid lower, slipping under the waistband of the back of my jeans. I pulled away breathless.

"Okay, it's not dark enough here for you to keep doing what you're doing and what it's going to lead to," I panted , my forehead against his.

He smirked. "Where was that leading Elle?"

I glared at him as he laughed, shoving his chest away as I stayed pressed against his side, his arm under my head staying as a pillow. I grumbled as a comfortable silence fell around us.

Looking around the field, I started to feel a bit of tightness in my chest. "I'm getting nervous about tomorrow," I choked out.

"Elle stop," he grabbed my hand with the one that wasn't behind his head. "You're going to do great."