Bound To Break

Chapter 22: Sex Dream

That night when I lay in bed ,I think about him.

Noah.

Why was he watching me tonight? Did he want to say something or was he bored out of his mind and just thought, 'oh you know what, I should eavesdrop on Skyler.'

I know you think am probably overthinking this and maybe it wasn't Noah that I saw but....  hell it was definitely him.

I wonder how long he had been standing there, did he hear how Luc spoke to me? Oh my God what if he did, he probably thinks I let Luc speak to me like that all the time. But I don't, it's just that Lucas is going through something and that's why he's acting like a prick.

I mean he's not the only one acting weird, look at me ! my relationship is hanging by a thread and here I am thinking of Noah and not how I'm going to fix my relationship with Luc and my Dad.

"Skyler, this might be hard, but your mom isn't coming back, you need to accept that cause your Dad has. It doesn't make him selfish, it makes him reasonable."

And maybe he was right.

I haven't spoke to Dad yet, and I want him to be happy I really do but every time I have a nightmare, it's about Mom, and in my dreams they're no pictures of her in this house and I can't remember her face or her scent, it's like she never existed at all. Am scared that my nightmares will become my reality. Her smile is slowly fading from my memory. I don't wanna lose my Mom, I know she's gone but those memories are all I have.

Talking to Noah really helped me.....maybe that's what I need? A listening ear, and some advice wouldn't hurt either. I could call Olly but we've lost contact...and Caleb well, he's busy.

Without another thought, I head over to the Canosa's, I knock and step back, hugging myself when the wind roughly blows my direction, making me shiver.

I notice only Noah's jeep is here, maybe he's home alone.... Maybe this isn't such a good idea.

Just as I'm about to bolt, the door creeks open, and as anticipated, the devil himself opens the door.

He's standing there gloriously looking like the first time I met him. Cocky stance, damp hair, a few strands in his face, piercing grey irises, grey sweat pant hanging loosely on his hips, no shirt on.... Those muscles will be the death of me.

"What?" He spits.

Is he back to being a dickhead?

"It's really cold out, can I come in?"

"Your boyfriend isn't here." He retorts almost immediately.

"I figured, but for the millionth time, Caleb's not my boyfriend." I sigh, "and I'm not here to see him."

He stares at me for a few seconds, debating with himself before finally stepping aside, letting me through.

The heat radiating from his skin has my insides churning. It's so inviting that I almost stop but I pull myself together and walk further into the warmness of the house.

I notice there's popcorn and other snacks all over the couch, a controller and some soda on the table. The place is a total mess, totally unlike Noah, since his room is always spotless. Seems he's having a guy's night.... If that's a thing. He was playing some shooting game which is now paused.

"Hope I'm not disturbing anything,"

He doesn't respond, classic Noah.

I turn to face him, he's still by the door, leaning on the wall, looking effortlessly sexy.

"I was hoping we could talk."

He's still silent. Jeez, he's infuriating.

"Earlier," I start, "I was in a really shitty place with everything going on with my Dad and you, well you helped me see reason I guess," I smile softly at him, "I haven't spoken to Dad yet but I appreciate your advise and I--"