My Life with the One (MLWTJB Sequel)

Chapter 5: More than peanut butter loves jam

Chapter 5: More than peanut butter loves jam

I sigh as my alarm clock goes off, and quickly turn to it to shut it off. I groan quietly as I unwrap myself from Noah’s arms, and step off of the bed and into the bathroom. It’s only ten o’clock and Noah usually doesn’t get up until eleven unless for school obviously.

But today is Noah’s birthday so I’m planning to be finished getting ready by like eleven twenty five-ish, and he only takes like ten minutes, so we’ll most likely be out of the building by like eleven fifty because of the dumbness of the elevator.

I strip my clothes, once I’m inside of the bathroom. I take my shower, and remember to completely drown myself in Noah’s favorite body wash, which is a honey caramel wash. I shave my legs, spending extra time making sure I didn’t miss any stray hairs. I wash my hair, with the same scent, and condition it with just my usual conditioner. I comb out all the tangles while I’m still in the shower, before stepping out and wrapping my towel around me.

I quietly tip toeing my way into my bedroom. I sigh in contentment as I plop down remembering and holding onto yesterday as it slips through my grasp. July twenty-seventh is my new favorite day of the year.

Noah and I did absolutely nothing yesterday other than cuddle and talk, and watch some movies, and kiss, a lot of that actually.

I take my hair out of the towel, and quickly straighten it using the blow dry flat iron device. I go quickly, more wanting to dry it without sound than anything. When it’s done like fifteen minutes later, I brush through it a few times so it’s knotless, and cascading down my shoulders

I quickly do my makeup, wearing a little less than usual. Noah literally hates makeup more than anything, so I pretty much keep it a minimal, but today I just use concealer and mascara, and a lip balm but that doesn’t really count as makeup, I don’t think.

I strip and pull on the bra and panty set I bought from Victoria’s Secret. I go to the outfit I set out last night. I pull on the romper, which is black on the top, and tribal printed at the bottom all of it a sheer-ish light material. I slip on a pair of silver bangles, some with tribal print engraved in them and others with little white stones, and others just plain silver. I buckle a white watch around my wrist, and clip on a pretty silver necklace, tracing out the word “love”. I push in fake diamond earrings.

Since both my purse and shoes are laid out in the front hallway, I check the time and I’m pleasantly surprised when I see it’s eleven fifteen, ten minutes before schedule.

I creep slowly and quietly into our room, and onto our bed where Noah is sitting right in the middle with his arms and legs spread out wide. I crawl over him and straddle his waist, I place my hand on his naked chest, causing him to grunt and twitch slightly, with a little giggle, I bend down and place my lips to his neck slowly leaving a trail of kisses across his neck, collarbones and to his chest. At this point I know he’s up so I’m more doing it for his birthday than anything else. Not that I don’t enjoy this because I really do.

I trail my tongue down his abs and trace them out, causing him to emit a groan. I trail my tongue back up his abs and neck, laying kisses across his jaw until I get to his mouth, I press my lips to his before pulling back and smiling.

“Happy birthday.” I whisper, pressing my lips to his before he can reply. Nearly ten minutes later, when I’m done with him, I flip off of him placing myself in the crook of his arm.

“I have a feeling, this is going to be a really good birthday.” Noah laughs, his fingers tracing lines back and forth down my arm. I sigh and cuddle into him deeper.

“Okay up and at ‘em!” I announce, pushing myself up around thirty seconds later.

“What no!” Noah protests, trying to pull me back down.