Michael x Noah 🙏

56. ~Park~

Michaels pov:
It was a really hot day out the next morning. 97 degrees. Way too hot for New York. The temperature normally stays in the upper 80's.
Despite that, Noah and I were taking a walk around the park.
"This is a nice walk, isn't it?" I look up to the left and look at Noah's face.

As Noah was walking alongside me, he was fanning his face with his hands, his shirt already getting close to drenched in sweat.
"Yeah, it's nice and all... just hot as hell." His voice sounded out of breath.

"I know, I'm gonna die out here." I lean my head in Noah's upper arm. I was wearing his hoodie because he threw it at me last night to put on. I haven't taken it off yet.

Noah chuckled at me. "You're cute in that, but you're going to sweat a whole lot in that."

"Well I don't have a goddamn shirt underneath this." Michaels face was full of pout. He was hanging around Noah's elbow.

Noah rolled his eyes at my pouting. He pulled me a bit closer to him, wrapping an arm around my waist as we still continued to walk.
"Well I told you to put a shirt on, but noooo. You didn't want to listen."

"Well maybe I forgot." I said, trying to make my side.

"Yeah, and now you're suffering the consequences." Noah chuckled. He ruffled my hair with his other hand, messing it up a bit.

"But it's so hot!" I look away from him. Can't believe my own husband wants me to die. Hmph."

Noah rolled his eyes again. I think he was really amused by me right now.
"Oh, don't give me that look. I don't want you to die smart-ass. But you could have avoided this if you grabbed a damn shirt. Not my fault."

"You should give me your shirt." I looked at him, smirking, but with a face showing I was still serious.

Noah raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing in his face. Oh, he knew exactly what I was doing. He stopped us from walking, placing his hands in my cheeks and pinched them.
"Oh, so now you want my shirt, is that what I'm hearing?"

"Well, you clearly don't mind walking around shirtless, you literally do it all the damn time. I don't like doing that, soooo"
I was trying to persuade Noah to give his shirt to me.

Noah feigned a look of thought, placing a hand on his chin.
"But, hmmm... why should I give you my shirt? I don't see what I would get in return."
I know what he's doing. He definitely already gave into giving me his shirt, he just wants to see what I'd do for it.

"Uhh- me as your awesome husband?" I say as I tug on his shirt.

Noah chuckled at me for the millionth time today, I know he was pretending to think it over. He looked down at me with a smirk at I pulled on his shirt.
"Hmmm... you do have a point... fine. You win. You can have my shirt."
He says as he takes off the T-shirt, revealing his very muscular body with the very few tattoos I've seen a million times by now and hands it to me.

I took off my hoodie, watching as Noah stared at me as I put the T-shirt on.

"Damn you-" Noah was going to say something but I interrupted him.
"Don't finish that. I know what you were going to say."

Noah wrapped his arms around me.
"What was I going to say?" He asked me, looking down.
"You were going to say I look too thin. Just like you always say." I tell him, not looking up at his in return.

"Well, love, it's my job to tell you if I find something concerning about you." Noah says, placing a hand under my chin.

I warp my arms around my own body, not only trying to cover it more, but also hiding my scars that Noah knows are there.