Apartment 311

Ch | 74

Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich

Chapter Seventy-four: "The L word"

I was tossing in turning in bed. Sleeping wasn't easy, or as comfortable, without Noah in my bed.

I had gotten up at two AM to grab a glass of water when there was a light knock on the door. I almost didn't answer it, but I'm glad I did.

"Can't sleep," Noah said. I nodded in agreement.

He had on no shirt, but a pair of socks and slides, and pajama pants that hung low on him.
His hair was a disheveled mess yet he managed to still look good and I was a sucker for his sleepy voice.

After we agreed in figuring things out at the beach, we drove home in silence. Not that we were angry, but because there was nothing left to say, I think. And I hated that it was a comfortable silence. I know, most people love those because Uma Thurman said it in Pulp Fiction, but I don't like it for Noah and I. Before, we'd never run out of things to say. We've been mad at each other before but this time, it seems so... broken. Almost like a lost cause.

Noah parted his lips like he was about to speak but I stopped him with my lips pressed against his.

"Brook-"

"Shut up," I breathed, letting my hair down.

Noah lifted me and walked me to the bedroom where he threw me down on the bed.

His eyes glazed over my skin after I quickly undressed myself.

I sat up and aggressively pulled his body on top of mine.

I felt him taking his time and that's not what I wanted so I assumed control and yanked his pants down.

He subtly laughed at my eagerness but didn't object.

I got on my knees and put my palms against the wall, rushing Noah to put it in as I then pleasured myself since I was too impatient for foreplay.

He kissed down my shoulder and spine. Antsy once aroused, I reached for his back and pulled him closer to me.

I threw my head back once he entered me and started rocking into him, building the speed.

Noah stopped and kissed me, gently caressing every inch of my body.

I shook my head, pulling away, and lowered myself onto the pillows with my ass raised to him.

It felt like forever before I felt him touch me again and when he did, I grew angry.

"Noah, please just fuck me," I panted, my head in the sheet.

He lowered himself to my ear and whispered how he wanted to take his time, sending shivers down my spine but it just wasn't what I wanted.

My eyebrows furrowed and I sat up, pushing him away.

"No," I gasped, covering myself.

"What?" he chuckled, confused.

"I don't-" I stammered through, blinking my eyes shut hard. "I don't want to make love, or whatever the fuck."

He stood proudly and didn't know to take me serious, or not. "Okay? Then, I'll fuck you."

I shook my head. "Noah, I'm still mad at you and you should still be mad at me. This won't help figure anything out, we should also probably give each some space," I said quietly, walking to the door with the sheet I wore over my skin dragging along the hardwoods.

Noah stepped into his pants and followed me to grab my wrist and stop me.

"I don't want space, Brooklyn. I'm not mad anymore, I just want to get passed this," he said, sounding almost like he was desperate.