His Butterfly

Chapter 4

It's dark outside. Everyone is asleep but I can't seem to get the rest. I toss and turn all night. Then I decide to get up to get a glass of water. I sit down on the couch in the lounge and look out the window. The view is beautiful even though it dark. 

I see stars and clouds below us. Then I felt a presence behind me. I don't think much of it until their hand touches my shoulder. I jump in fright, causing me to spill some of my water.

"Sorry!" The person whisper yelled. It's a deep low voice to which I knew exactly who it belonged to.

I turn on the lights beside me and see Noah. Half naked. Only in grey sweatpants with his bare chest, abs, and tattoos showing. And I thought the view couldn't get any better.

I quickly avert my gaze back to the window. "What're you doing up?" I ask him. I feel him take a seat across from me. His stare piercing right through my head it like a bullet.

"I can ask you the same thing," he replies softly, never taking his eyes off of me. 

"Just couldn't sleep. So I grabbed a glass of water. You?" I ask him and turn my head back to face him.

"Guess I couldn't sleep either." He says. Then it is back to the silence. And it's not the usual comfortable silence, it's now the awkward I want to get out of here silence. 

"Are you mad at me?" he asks suddenly breaking the tense air between us. 

I tilt my head to the side, "why would I be mad at you?" I question him. he shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know. You just seemed off earlier," He mumbles. 

"I was just tired," I lie. Of course I'm not tired or else I'd be fast asleep right now. All I'm hoping is for him not to think too deeply of what I just said.

"But you're awake?" he replies. Damn it. Now I have to come up with a lame excuse.

"I gotta use the bathroom," I say quickly and walk out of the room. Really? The only thing I came up with was 'I gotta use the bathroom'? Well I guess it makes sense hence the glass of water in my hand.

I make my way to the bathroom as I hear him stand up from his seat. I stay in the bathroom for what felt like 10 minutes. I slowly creak the door open to peak at the kitchen to see the lights are closed. I sigh in relief and tiptoe back to my bunk bed.

I close my eyes and try to get some rest. We are landing tomorrow after all.

Noah's POV

She's upset. I know it. It's just that I don't know what she's upset about. Was it me? Of course it's me. Did someone say something to her? If so I will literally kill them.

I couldn't sleep at all until I heard someone heading to the kitchen. I lightly follow them. From the shadow I could automatically make out who it was. Jules.

I tap her shoulder quietly but I guess I startled her because she jumped back and spilt some of her water.

Woops.

"Sorry!" I whisper yell to her. The lights suddenly open to reveal her beautiful face.

"What're you doing up?" She asks me. I take a seat right across from her. I just can't bring myself to look away. The air between us is very awkward. We sit there, just talking randomly. I ask her if she was mad, she avoided the subject and excused herself to use the bathroom.

I watch her walk away and once out of sight, I lie back on the couch and release the breath I didn't even know I was holding. 

This girl will be the death of me. After a while I head out of the kitchen. Not without closing the lights and back to my bunk. 

Jordan's snoring kept me up all night. Thanks a lot Jordan. That night I lay in bed, thinking about Jules over and over again. 

Then I hear the bathroom door open about 10 minutes later. I slowly sit up and see a Jules walking back to her bunk bed. I just want to go right to her and cuddle her and kiss away all the things that made her upset. But I know I can't do that.

Jules and I have only ever hugged and hold hands with each other. We've never kissed each other before, well besides on the cheek, head, etc. But not on the lips yet. 

I've longed to taste her. But I know that's not coming soon with her distance towards me. 

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Another chapter. I know it's not much but it will be more eventful later on.