Kissing Booth: Another Take

Chapter 42

AN: I apologize to those of you that don't want smut because this is majority of this chapter butttt to those who do -- the best part of the fights are the making up! Watch out for the XXXX's if you're not here for it 

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Elle

My phone lit up on the bedside table next to me, I grabbed it to not let the light wake Noah even though his back was to me. I hadn't really felto like talking the rest of the night. I just wanted to forget the party happened.

Marco
How's it going out there? You coming back with a Boston accent?
How about hot friends for me to meet?

I smiled, glad it wasn't someone asking me how I was feeling or holding up or asking how the night went.

No to the accent but yes to the friends

Marco
Score
surprised ur up this late
Flynn keeping you up 😝

I looked over to Noah, seemingly asleep.

Nah.
Weird night.

I could see Marco typing and deleting his texts, likely trying to find the right words to say when there probably weren't any. I sighed putting my phone down when he didn't answer right away but it lit up right as I put it down, his texts coming in like rapid fire.

Marco
You can tell me all about it when u come home
But just remember what u guys have been through
Not worth it to waste any time.

I sighed reading his texts, impressed by his intuition. Then the rush of  disappointment hit me, not because I knew he was right, but because of the realization that it was him who was checking up on me and not Lee. I tried to brush the feeling of sadness aside, the feeling that things were already not the same between Lee and me.

I hate when you're so spot on with advice

Marco
💁🏻‍♂️
Get some rest kid
Cya when you get home

Night ❤️

Marco
💘

I put my phone down, face down this time to avoid any more distractions. I sighed looking at Noah's back to me. Tonight had sucked, definitely. But it's not like he could go back and change anything in the past and he was more than sorry for what did happen. He had no control over the girls and what they chose to do. He didn't have control over how the night turned out. None of this was his fault.

I loved him and loving him meant forgiving him for everything, even when it was ugly and being thrown in my face. He had tried so hard the rest of the night to get me to smile or to talk to him but I was shut down... and now I felt bad. Behind the guilt though was that same feeling from the night after the arcade came creeping into the chest. The feeling of wanting him to show me how much he was mine.

I inched closer to his body so I was pressed up to his back, my face nuzzling his neck as my hand slipped down from his shoulder to his bicep and took a short cut to his abs, still firm even in his state of rest. I trailed my hand lower, below his belly button to the waistband of his boxers.

My mission was cut short by his hand grabbing my wrist as he turned his body towards me, his eyes sleepy but looking at me curiously.

"Shel?" He asked slowly, my name catching in his throat a bit. I bit my lip looking at him. He released my wrist but his hand slid up my bare torso, tracing the elastic of my sports bra I fell asleep in. His knuckles came to graze my cheek. "You okay?" His voice still sounding rough.