I slowly pull out of Noah's slick opening, discard the condom, and quickly settle back down next to him, and by the time I pull him back in close, he wraps himself around me and is already fast asleep. I hope he feels safe and warm, and despite the fact he hasn't allowed my love confession to comfort him, I smile. We will talk, in the light of the day. I will make sure he knows that I am here and will never judge him for his choices.
When he gets up in the morning for the bathroom, he's quiet but when he comes back I get a morning kiss and I ask if I can shower quickly as well. Once I'm done and leave the bathroom, Silas comes through the front door.
I think I must visibly falter, but Noah shows no sign of noticing, I'm not sure he's even looking at me, so I just sink down into the seat in the kitchen.
"I'll make us something to eat," he says quietly, gesturing towards the fridge.
"Oh yes please," Silas chirps and I roll my eyes knowing this guy being here most likely will postpone my conversation with Noah.
"There's not enough for you, Si, sorry."
He pouts at Noah and stands close to me, a flirty smile teasing his lips.
"You lovebirds had fun last night?" He teases. Noah comes from behind me, with his hand possessively pushing my neck all the way back so he can plant a too-filthy-for-audience, upside down kiss after which Silas only snorts in amusement.
"No wonder you've been hiding this man in the wilderness of Alaska."
"Stop flirting with him, Si, he's not available," Noah says as he busies himself in the kitchen, making sandwiches.
I feel conflicted about finding out that Noah has mentioned me. He's been talking about me like I'm his boyfriend when we haven't even talked about labels and defining our relationship. It's making my heart melt with every thump because I truly believe that we are committed to each other. I was to him, with my body and soul, and last night confirmed that he was committed to me too. I knew that us using condoms wasn't because he was fucking other people, it was because of those damn vein track marks–he's been using intravenous drugs which came with a high risk of HIV infection. But the other part of me felt fucking angry. If he thinks of me as his boyfriend, talks about me to his friends, says he misses me, why is he avoiding me?
"Fine," he says and exhales a dramatic breath. "I'm off to bed, I'm fucking wrecked. Oh, Noah. Boss knows you missed work last night. He's not happy. You better be extra nice tonight."
Noah flinches next to me, abandoning his food and immediately goes looking for something. He finds what he's looking for–his phone.
"Where do you work?" I ask after swallowing a bite of my sandwich.
"At the club," he says absentmindedly, still going through his phone. "Well, at parties. They are usually in private homes."
"What kind of parties?"
"You know, rich people parties, Hollywood parties." He drops his phone loudly on the counter and then goes back to rummaging through the cupboard. Anger is suddenly flowing from his whole body. "There's no fucking coffee in here."
"What do you do at those parties?"
For a few seconds we are staring into each other's eyes, and then like I can actually see it happen, Noah closes off, his eyes turning guarded and he moves further back into the kitchen, as if trying to create a bigger distance between the two of us.
"It's a simple question, can you answer me, please?"
He shoots me a pissed off look. "When are you leaving for Alaska?"
"You want me to go?"
"There's nothing for you here. I don't know, did you want to do some sightseeing? I can take you to the beach if you want, but I gotta be back by five."
"Don't talk to me like that." I seethe.
"Like what?"
"Like I'm someone you fucked for the night, and now you want to get rid of me." This version of Noah has thorns and has no hesitation in making me bleed. And he's not high now. The drugs left his system some time ago and now he's here sober and so mean. Something happened and I don't know what. One moment he looks like he wants to stake his claim over me, like he would snap Sials's neck for even looking at me. And now he wants me out of the door. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you, Noah."
"And what if I don't want you to stay?"
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A/N
Apologies for this annoying cliffhanger and the shortest chapter ever. It happened because as I mentioned before, I wrote this massive chapter and had to divide it in three. And the reason for this cliffhanger is because I wanted to show a bit of Noah's POV, so that is where I'll continue.
I'm hoping you're enjoying the book and are as eager to get to the end as I am!
Personally I am not a fan of ongoing books so I can't wait for that moment when this is actually completed and I can reread it in one go! I think only then I would know if something needs fixing.
And guys, again, THANK YOU for reading! I appreciate all of you so much 🤍
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Midnight sun
Romance[ boyxboy ] Noah Summerville is broken when his long forgotten uncle comes to his rescue and takes him to a small town of Alaska in a search of a new life. Then he sees Dylan McKenna with his man bun, thick thighs and intense stare. There is somethi...
