Apartment 311

Ch | 55

Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich

Chapter Fifty-five: "Cabin in the woods"

Noah's alarm went off inches away from my head and I groaned under the blankets.

"Get up," he sounded like he was over top of me and out of bed already.

"Leave me alone," I croaked, curling up into a comfortable ball in the middle of the king-sized bed.

His alarm kept blaring.

"Noah, turn. it. off," I grumbled, growing annoyed. I hated the sound of alarms, and hated being woken up even more.

"Get up!" Noah yelled, pulling the covers off of my body.

"I'm never sleeping here again," I mumbled and wiped the sleepiness from my eyes.

"Good morning to you, too," he chuckled, slapping my ass as I walked straight to his bathroom. Before I shut the door, I noticed his eyes still on me so I flipped him off and then locked myself inside to shower and get ready for the busy day we had planned.

Post Labor Day, Gael invited Cassie, Noah, and I go a cabin his family owned. A cabin sounded perfect, a getaway is what we all needed even if we just went back to work after a week off.
We planned on going for two days only which is okay, that's enough time. How'd we get the time out of work? Cassie was off the schedule; and I was too for tonight, but I told them I sprained my knee. With Zane and The Playroom's image, there's no way they'd want me limping around.
Noah claimed he had a Rick emergency.
And Gael told them his grandma Margaret died. He doesn't have a grandma Margaret.

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Noah entered the bathroom around eight forty-five and made sure he packed everything while I took my hair out of the two braids I kept in overnight.

"Are you excited?" I asked him.

He grinned way too enthusiastically and I knew he was about to be a smart ass. "Yeah! So excited. Super duper excited! Mega excited," he shrilled with vocal fry, getting in my face.
I went "ughh" and pushed him back, struggling to get out the last braid.

Noah hugged me from behind and kissed up the back of my neck, my hair falling in his face once I got it all out and fluffed it.

He kissed my cheek and smiled against it. I held my hands on his and ogled over our reflection in the mirror - a beautiful couple.

"No sex on this trip, k?" I offered, turning to face him.

"No sex as in no sex, or no sex as in until you want it?" he teased me, recalling my last weak attempt at celibacy.

"No sex," I repeated, taking my hand away from his body.

"Okay," he agreed surprisingly easy. I tilted my head with my arms now in a pretzel across my black sports bra clad chest.

"That was easy," I shrugged.

Noah scoffed, "why do you assume I just want sex?"

"Don't you?"

He bobbed his head then laughed, "yeah." My eyes rolled but I couldn't help smiling.