comfort {complete}

50

"Hey."

"Hi," Noah greets, shimmying through my window and taking in the scene. "Tell your sister's friend I love her."

Referring to the reason Becca isn't in our room.

I grin and hook my arms around his neck, loving the smile on his face as he leans in and kisses me. I lean into him and curl my fingers in the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and falling backwards onto my bed. He runs his hands along my waist and twists his fingers in the cotton of my t-shirt.

"Are you okay— "

"Oh my God, Noah, I'm fine," I insist, kissing him again. "You are nothing like him, and I know that. Just kiss me, please."

"I feel like I love you," he says, trailing his fingers down my cheek. "I haven't known you long enough to really know, so— "

I kiss him hard, sufficiently cutting off whatever he's about to say. "Well, I definitely love you, so..."

He crushes his lips to mine and slides his hand into my hair, smiling against me. His other arm curls around my waist, keeping me tight against him, and he kisses me in sweetest way I've ever been kissed. The only person I have to compare him to was an asshole, clearly, so he doesn't have to live up to much, but he's exceeding every expectation I've ever had for anyone.

"I love you, too," he breathes, resting his forehead against mine and brushing the hair off my neck.

I beam and relax against him, feeling whole for the first time in my life.

a/n: i'm watching my big fat greek wedding for the 950th time, and it's wonderful. still.