Unforgettable

Chapter 23

Noah Pov

Her face was pale, with a growing red rushing to her cheeks, "I..."

"It's okay, Celine. Tell me; Tell me what goes on in that head."

She stood there frozen in place as I approached, finding amusement in her flustered expression. Her mouth was gaped open, words refusing to leave, entrapping themselves in her throat. I finally reached her, holding her waist in my hands. She was perfect; my hands were molded to hold her, to please her, to do whatever it is she needed.

"I want to go home," Uncertainty encapsulated her voice.

"Why?" I pulled her chin up, forcing her to look at me, "Why do you keep running?"

"I'm not. I just have things," Her eyes were bright, brighter than the moon itself, hardening my cock.

"I'll come with you."

Her eyes widened, her plan failing, "No," She tried to pull away.

I tightened my grasp on her, crashing her body into mine, "Stay for tonight. Just tonight."

"I'm going home," She pushed me away again, and I let her go.

"It's raining," The soft pittering of the droplets on the window echoed.

"I don't live far."

"Take my hoodie," I pulled it over my head, noticing her lick her lips again.

I handed it to her, watching her internal struggle, "I'm good."

I couldn't even reply as she practically ran out the door, racing down the stairs and out of my house. I heard my mom coming up the steps and to the door.

She slowly opened it, "What happened?"

"She wanted to go home," I shrugged, throwing my sweatshirt back on.

"Be honest with me; Are you together?" I turned around, looking at my mom with her arms folded at her chest.

"No, we aren't."

"Do you like her?"

"I'm going to bed," I couldn't meet her eyes as I attempted to walk past her.

"Oh, your father and I spoke; you're grounded."

"What?" My head whipped around.

"Did you really think that you can just skip school without any reason?" A devilish smile found its way onto her face.

"Mom, please!" How am I going to see Celine?

"Two weeks; Go to bed it's getting late," She then walked away, pleased with her decision.

I begrudgingly showered and got ready for bed, walking to my room while towel-drying my hair. I need a haircut. I entered my room, looking at my large window. I could see clearly into Celine's room, finding it empty, with no sign of the dark-haired angel. It was still raining and none of her house lights were on. Something felt off.

"Did you get home okay?" I texted, hearing her phone go off in my room.

I realized that both her phone and laptop were still here, giving me a reason to check on her. I threw my towel and grabbed her things, quickly rushing out the door and down the stairs. I shoved my feet into my shoes. But before I could make it out the door, my mom caught me.

"I said you're grounded. Go back to your room," She was sitting on the living room couch, scrolling through her phone.

"Celine forgot her things," I continued to the door.