Apartment 311

Ch | 95

>>a/n: you'll want to repeat the song.<<

Noah Silas Anderson

Chapter Ninety-five: "It's been a long time coming"

"Hey, Brooklyn," I spoke into the phone.

"Hey," she said with no hesitation this time.

"Don't hang up," I almost begged. I scratched my head as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"I was just thinking about you," she said in an airy tone.

My mood went from hopeless to excited.

"You were?" I asked. I didn't have to see her to know she nodded her head.

"A-huh. You just wanted to hear my voice?" God, she sounds so sexy right now. I'd give anything to be with her at this very second. The things I would do. . .

"Yeah," I rasped back, lying down with my arm looped around the pillow.

"What are you doing right now?" she asked me, sounding like she lied down as well, I could hear the blankets ruffle with the contact.

"Thinking about you," I said. "Wishing you were here."

"What if I was? What would you do?"

I felt my lips turning into a smirk. "What are you wearing?"

"Trying on lingerie."

I sat up. "You're teasing me, aren't you? This is some sick punishment?"

"Not punishment, I'm just lonely." Me too, it's been too long.

I exhaled deeply and then opened my mouth but I couldn't say anything, I just chuckled.

"I know I shouldn't, but I want you so bad," Brooklyn said. Knowing her, I knew she was pouting and the image that popped in my head drove me wild.

My mouth went dry and I sunk my fist into the mattress.

"I have to go," Brooklyn tensed, rushing me off the phone.

My eyebrows furrowed.

"Wait," I said quickly. I shuddered and wet my lips.

"Yes, Noah?" That was her telling me to spit it out already.

I stood and sighed as I paced over to the window. "You need to know that I love you. I fucked up, but I swear I'm going to make it up to you. I'm doing what's right and I hope I don't regret it," I kind of laughed there. "but I don't think I will. I just miss you, and I'm going to get you back."

"Okay, Noah," she said.

"Can you just tell me you love me?"

"I do," Brooklyn let out.

I nodded. "I'm sorry."

"It's three in the morning here, you called to say that?"