asian; noah centineo

ju-yon | asian food vacuum

emma

waking up next to noah felt like a dream. the past 24 hours felt like a dream; the food fair and then the nap and times square. his face was soft and peaceful as he slept, little snores coming out from his mouth. i stay looking at him for several minutes, sometimes touching his hair. it's like my hands can't stay away from his hair. his eyes open softly, and his mouth tugs upwards.

"good morning." his voice is husky, making my heart jump.

"good morning. sorry i woke you." i giggle softly. recently i find myself giggling a lot around him.

"you're so cute when you just wake up. your face is so puffy." he brings his hands to my face, using his thumbs to massage my cheeks. "your cheeks are like fishballs."

"that's rude!" i swat him away, pretending to be angry but i can't keep the smile off my face. "i love sleeping with you, you're really so warm and soft." i sigh, wriggling to make myself mroe comfortable.

"i can be hard too." he says smugly and it takes me a moment.

"noah! i didnt- i didnt mean it like that!" i hit his chest, slightly stammering as the thought of what he was thinking floods my head. "oh my god." i bury my face in my hands, refusing to look at him.

"i would love to stay, but i've got work later and it's a late night shoot so i'll have to send you back to the dorm first." he tells me and i nod, not wanting to leave his arms yet. he realises that, so he pulls me closer, flushing our bodies against each other.

"do you want breakfast?"

"i don't have anything in the fridge, i forgot to shop." he grins sheepishly.

"you can send me back, i can cook something there if you're not in a rush, or i can quickly whip up toast and eggs if you need to leave." i suggest and he agrees.

i stuff cierra's romper into my purse, deciding not to change out of noah's hoodie.

"so you're just going to keep the hoodie?" he eyes me and i stick my tongue out at him.

"this is so big i can literally live in this." i comment, hoping he doesn't say he wants it back. it's not even his largest hoodie, because that was too heavy. i don't understand how he can wear 6 sizes too big. he isnt even that big sized, he's just tall, just very tall.

"keep it, you already intend to anyway."

we get to the car, and as he drives, he subconsciously holds my hand. he's been doing that a lot, and i liked it a lot. when we get back to the dorm, people are staring at him and he doesn't mind it at all. chloe isnt there, so i make some half boiled eggs and kaya butter toast, one of the traditional singapore breakfast.

"are you sure this is cooked?" he stirs the egg, eyeing it suspiciously.

"yes, it is. it's pretty good, and doesn't taste like raw eggs at all, dont worry." i dip my own toast into the eggs. he tries the egg first, then the toast, then together.

"this is actually good im surprised! what spread is this?" he points to the greenish spread.

"it's kaya, i think it's like coconut and pandan?" i pass him the bottle that i bought from the asian mart.

"i think i might have to buy this. shit, emma, you're making me into an asian food vacuum." he exclaims.

"what? im just introducing you to new stuff, that's all." i chuckle at his sillyness. he jokes around more then leaves for work, kissing me goodbye.

im sitting here, pondering about what chloe said to me that day. noah and I have gotten really close, and i'm pretty sure friends dont kiss each other or cuddle each other in their sleep. maybe i've gotten too comfortable with him? a friend once told me i'm quite a touchy person and i don't even realise that sometimes. i don't know but i think i crave human touch a lot, it makes me feel like they enjoy my presence if they arent uncomfortable, in a way?