I've grown tired of writing and idk what to do, I wouldn't call it writers block, bc I've got ideas and plenty of them. I'm just bored of it and need a break.
I sit up in bed putting on Noam's shirt that was lying next to me. For once I felt Noam's body right next to me. He'd stayed the night. I smirk. Noam was obviously already awake sitting there rather nicely. The moment he notices me stir, he gets up placing his boxers, and jeans back on.
"You stayed?" I say stating the obvious. Quite confused.
"That I did," Noam says.
"Why?" I question.
"I figured we should talk, us...Chad. Ya know." Noam starts.
"Chad...what's there to talk about? I'm with Chad. No one makes me as happy as he can...no one." I state.
"Darling, he can't get you that excited. Seeing as I'm the only real man you've ever been with how's it feel?" He questions looking over at me.
"Real man...I mean that's cute. I'm pretty sure he's um better built." I state with the roll of my eyes.
"Still get you choking on your words in a heartbeat." He replies.
"Besides, you could have any man in the entire world and you pick him...there's gotta be some reason you're with him!" Noam says quietly, seemingly talking more to himself than me.
"Sorry if you've got some little high school crush on me. I need someone with real feelings, not your sappy little things." I state. Even though I say this, part of me...a very small part feels the opposite way. Part of me had some small feelings for him.
"High School crush? That's something you wish. It's nothing I guess. I figured we could speak as adults. But guess not." He says.
"Noam...what? What could you possibly want to talk about?" I question.
"I know you're married. I respect that. Alright, I might not show it, but I do. Why not just have some deal, you have your needs satisfied while on the road. I get mine." Noam suggests.
"You obviously don't respect my marriage if you suggest this," I say to him.
"You obviously don't if you did this." He replies quick as lightning. I smile.
"Noam, don't go catching feelings. It's how you get hurt." I advise.
"I don't want you to start 'dating' me. I just want to know that you aren't here just for your own amusement." He answers.
"I've had more amusing." I reply with a cocky smirk. He just smiles lightly in response. I guess it's a good enough answer.
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Disarray
Fiksi Penggemara state of disorganization or untidiness. Introducing, Fangirl_Bands. This book will be comprised of all my books that I've started but never quite really got off the ground, and who knows. Maybe one day I'll pick back up, but for now we'll just lea...
