Noah Capulet's parents split when she was 8 years old. Since then, she had kept to herself and closed everybody out. A certain man manages to find his way in and make the little girl inside of her come out again.
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN: DRESS CLOTHES
My legs were intertwined with his. His hands were over my waist and back. I practically woke up on top of him.
"Good morning." Theo said, his voice deeper and raspy.
His eyes were still closed as he pulled me closer to him, making me rest on his chest. We were both freezing.
"Did you turn on the heat last night?" I asked, resting my chin on his chest.
"You have to do that?" He looked down at me. I nodded. "No wonder we were fucking freezing last night."
I smiled and got off him, walking to the bathroom for a shower.
The t-shirt and shorts came off of me in a second, followed by my undergarments and socks. The water was warm once everything was off.
Once the shower was finished, I wrapped myself in a towel and cleaned any excess water that was on the floor and walked out of the room.
Theo was sitting against the headboard, no shirt and his pants were exposing his v line and abs. I clenched my jaw together, not expressing the way I felt about them.
"Took you long enough." Theo smiled as he got up, slouching as he walked.
"I'm a girl. Of course it did." I looked at him as he walked past me, hitting my shoulder softly as he made his way into the bathroom.
I swiftly put undergarments and socks on, followed by a pair of sports slacks and a quarter zip sweater over my undershirt. I didn't bring my contacts, so the glasses would have to do.
Theo came out of the bathroom, the towel hanging on his hips by a thread. My face flushed at the sight of him, but ignored it. I didn't need to give myself away.
After he dressed himself in two minutes, he then walked over to the mirror and spent 20 minutes on his hair. I don't even do that. With the time with his shower and hair, it was the same amount of time I used.
I sat on the counter beside him, watching him run his fingers through his hair over and over again. He was starting to get distracted.
"Come here," I tugged on his arm, pulling him between my legs.
