Don't be Chicken (on hold)

Twenty six; Late night talks

                   Noah's couch was comfortable.

So was his hoodie.

But I'd have to say, sitting with him on a cold summer night in his place, was way more relaxing than anything.  

My legs were sprawled across Noah's, kind of like in one of those romance movies where the couples lay all over each other. The room was the perfect temperature for comfortable hoodie wear and having blankets covering you from head-to-toe.  Noah looked absolutely peaceful, his mind looked at rest and he looked extremely comfortable while stroking my freshly-shaved legs under the blanket.

His eyes were full of love, and kindness and I began to wonder - if we got married one day, would this be what it felt like?

"I don't know how you pull it off" Noah said, his eyes full of amazement and his voice as soft as silk. He was staring at me, and under his pressure I felt like a star that was just learning to shine.

"Pull off what?" I asked with a hint of curiosity. Noah smiled a pure smile that showed his perfect white teeth.

            "You look so beautiful, and you don't even try" Noah exclaimed in his soft, lullaby voice that made feel like a cloud.  A blush spread across my cheeks like a tornado, I felt like princess every time I talked to him. 

                  "You look so hot all the time, I swear, every time I see you I can hardly breathe" I replied with a forceless laugh at the end. Noah smiled as he continued rubbing my legs softly, his hair was styled in that certain way, like he just got out of the shower. His eyes, oh goodness gracious, his eyes.  Then I started thinking about his abs again, and that night we skinny-dipped in the lake.

               "Can you take off your shirt?" I asked suddenly, but only because I wanted to touch his abs again. Was that so weird? They were fascinating. Imagine how much work Noah has to put into his body in order to have his chest so perfectly sculpted.  Noah's smile turned into a smirk, but I think he understood my intentions to be as innocent as possible. 

  "Why? Do you like looking at me?" Noah asked with the continuous smirk still etched on his lips. He stopped rubbing my legs and shifted under the blankets, while grabbing the rim of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head so smoothly and swiftly.

Noah was a pure gift from God.

And like always, when Noah had his shirt off, I couldn't help but stare like any sane girl would.  Subconsciously I scooted closer to him, while reaching out my hand delicately. My fingers brushed across his chest slowly, memorized as I felt every single rock that was embedded in his body.

                     "Let me see your arm" I said said while grabbing his arm that was currently on the edge of the couch. Noah didn't protest, but he wasn't giving in willingly.  Eventually he gave in and held it up for me to see, mind blowing.

                   "Flex" I said, mainly so I could feel how strong he was, even though I knew he was. Noah rolled his eyes.

           "You just like touching me, don't you" Noah said with a annoyed scowl, that only turned into a small smile when I nodded.

                     "Yes. Now flex" I said again.
Noah sighed and did what I asked.  His muscle expanded 10 times larger than it was before. Obviously I reached my hand up to grab his arm, memorized by how rock solid it was.