Quandary | Noah Sebastian |

five

Things have been getting better between me and Noah over the last few weeks, especially now that the boys are wrapping up with their album. He made a conscious effort to be finished with recording at a certain time each day so that we could at least have dinner or watch a movie together.

Not to mention, the sex has been great. It was like he was stranded in the middle of the Sahara Desert, dying of thirst, and I was the drink of water he so desperately needed to survive. I wasn't complaining by any means—waking up to him between my legs day after day was better than my morning coffee.

I laid on his chest with a leg splayed over his nude body, listening to the sound of his pounding heart as he slowly ran a hand through my hair. It was late morning, the sun pouring in from our skylight accentuating the red on his arm; he hums when I start to delicately trace his ink with my index finger as we both tried to get our breathing back to a normal pace.

"I'm definitely gonna miss waking up like this," he sighs after a few minutes, nearly comatose.
I picked my head up with my eyebrows cinched together in confusion. I take note of his relaxed state, unbothered, with his eyes closed. "What?"
"Shit," he hissed and cringes before slowly opening his eyes, hesitantly gazing at me. "Did I forget to mention that we're headed out on tour soon?"
"Seriously, Noah?" I groaned in aggravation, pushing myself into a sitting position.

"I thought you might've seen the announcement online," his hand glides down my arm, grasping my hand lightly while he runs his thumb over my knuckles.
I scoffed. "You didn't think to just tell me? You know I don't use social media much."
"There were talks of it a little while back, and I've been so caught up with recording, it must've slipped my mind."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, it must've," I mumbled and started pushing myself out of bed—I could feel my chest start to get heavy with disappointment, and I needed to excuse myself to process.

He sighs and follows suit, wrapping his arms around my waist before I'm able to walk away. He pulls me back, having me sit on his lap as he rests his chin on my shoulder. "Liv, I'm sorry. It's not for a few weeks, anyway," he says quietly and presses a kiss to my cheek. "We get a break after a show in Sacramento around Christmas, so I'll be able to come home for that."

"Did you forget that we're supposed to head to Richmond for the holidays, too? I won't be home." I grumbled, my patience starting to wear thin. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he tightens his hold around my midsection, keeping me pressed against his chest.
"Then I'll book a flight to Virginia," he tries, now rubbing a thumb against my side. My body involuntarily moves away from the touch, a tickle coasting down my side. "I've really been enjoying these mornings together, let's not have it be ruined by something silly, okay?"

He moves his lips to my neck, placing feather-light kisses against my skin. I took a deep breath and nodded, settling into his hold some. "Yeah, you're right. If you were leaving tomorrow, though, you'd be in deep waters," I chuckled, trying to lift my dampened mood.
I feel his lips pull into a smirk against my neck. "I already was about twenty minutes ago," he says lowly, humor lacing his tone.
I snort, swatting his arm playfully, "Don't be gross."
"It wasn't gross when you were screaming my name and begging me not to stop, now was it?" he retorts, nipping right below my ear.
A tingle runs down my spine at the feeling of his teeth against my skin. "Enough," I bite my bottom lip to suppress the tiny moan that was forming in my throat. "I need to shower; I'm already running a little behind schedule."

He chuckles lowly and mutters a quick 'okay' before retracting his arms, allowing me to head into our bathroom. I turned the shower on before placing my palms against the vanity, hanging my head as I huffed. How do you just casually forget to tell your wife that you'll be gone for several weeks, and forget that there were plans to head home during that time?