More Issues Than Crimson (Sequel)

Chapter Six

~°JENNIFER°~

"No girl could rock a black dress like you do," Noah says with a corner of his lip raising in a slight smile as he watches me from the bed, his eyes exploring my body as the smile turns to a smirk.

I chuckle in response, getting the necklace off and placing it in its black velvety box before tossing it in the jewelry trunk.

"How was it?" he asks, flipping through the pages of the magazine. "Seems you were bored out of your marbles," he chuckles and I roll my eyes, sitting beside him to help me with the bra strap. He does and I feel instantly relieved.

"Just there, Noah. I mean, they had good food," I tell, walking into the bathroom.

"Whatever!" he yells over the running tap and I shake my head, smiling at myself in the sink mirror. I wash off the little make-up and put on shorts and a loose T-shirt before joining Noah downstairs for our dinner together.

"You didn't tell me your Mum has been messaging," he says as I walk into the kitchen. I stand, stunned. I never expected him to look through my phone. There's nothing to hide, but still.

"Did you go through my phone?" I ask, staring at it beside the sink.

"Why? Shouldn't I?" he asks, holding it up to me. I snatch it away. He stares like I'm hiding a thousand secrets from him. His pink lips are curled in suspicion and I search for a good response.

"Why would you?" I ask back, placing it in my pocket. I scoff and open the fridge. I celebrate internally at the frozen yogurt and get it out.

"You didn't answer my question," he shoots, grabbing the yogurt from my hand. "And, you don't eat healthy nowadays," he adds and I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"That question is rhetorical," I answer. "And, I do eat healthy," I add and snatch the yogurt from his grip. "Rarely," I continue with a little chuckle and reach for the cookies.

"Jenny, what's going on?" he pleads, snatching the cookie from the counter. I reach for it but he grabs my waist and it drops in the sink.

"Nothing," I shrug and place a kiss on his lips before opening the yogurt and grabbing a teaspoon, ready to dig in. He lets go of me and I smile in appreciation.

"What if she comes back?" he interrogates.

"That's her problem,"

"You know she can,"

"That's her problem,"

"Jenny..."

"Noah, can we not talk about that woman? You know very well what she did!" I say, my tone falling in sadness as both palms grip the edge of the counter in bitterness and I let out a deep breath.

"Fine," he says, heaving a little sigh and I hear him gulp before his hands slide to my waist. I love when he hugs me from behind. It gives this satisfaction that nothing could ever go wrong.

A little tear slips down my eyes as I remember that day. It was one of the days after Mum left for good. It was one of the most painful things I ever went through. I clean the tears with the back of my palms, squeezing my pillow tighter.

"Babe..." he trails off, leading a trail of kisses from my lips down to my chest and I can do nothing but relish the moment like it is the last.

His kisses were like hot coffee to freezing hands, roses in a dark cemetery, healing to a broken heart. Maybe not wanting every moment to end was heaven's way of telling me it wasn't forever.