The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Classy.

Arielles PoV

My breath hitched in my throat. I wasn't mentally prepared to have this conversation with him right now. I was dying of a headache and I was still very tired.

"But we don't have to talk about this now. I know you're not speaking to me still." He went to leave the room but I grabbed his hand to stop him. He looked down at our hands, realisation kicking in so I let go of it, folding my arms over my chest.
"I want to talk about this now." I said. I didn't but whatever.
"There's not really anything to talk about other than the fact that I like you. You know that." He lowered his voice incase our parents suddenly woke up and heard us.
"If you liked me, you wouldn't have kissed that girl yesterday." I quirked my eyebrow at him. Am I right or am I right?
"I know and I don't know why I did that." He shook his head.
"I keep trying to convince myself that I'm not attracted to you but I end up liking you even more." He added.
"Why do you like me so much?" I asked. It was a question that had been playing on my mind for the past two days. Like all of a sudden, he's all over me.
"Because you're different." His eyes bore into my own and I felt captivated.
"Different? How?" I quizzed. I personally didn't think I was any different from any other girl.

Noah let out a sigh, looking down at me seeing as I was about a foot shorter than him.
"There's just so many different ways." He said. Either he meant that or he just couldn't think of anything. I don't want him to just call me 'different' and not explain himself. I want to know how.
"I guess Ill just go up to bed then." I groaned, starting to walk away but he grabbed my hand, much like I did to him not too long ago.
"You're not afraid to speak your mind." He began and I frowned. What?
"Not many girls are like that anymore." He licked his lips.
"You've got your own sense of style. You never feel the need to buy into society's ridiculous expectations for what one should wear. I like that about you especially." He added. Oh god, he's actually listing off all these things like he's thought about it before.
"You always know how to deal with your emotions, something most girls could never." His voice was soft as he took a step closer. I don't know where he's getting that one from because I sure as heck don't know how to deal with my emotions.
"You know that it's ok to be vulnerable and weak because you know that strength comes from those places." It's like this boy can read me like a book. Where is he getting all of this from? I hadn't told him about any of it...
"Do you even realise how amazing you are to me? I can't ever get you out of my head and these past couple of days have driven me insane." I didn't realise how close he was until he cupped my face in his hand. I instantly melted into his touch, a small sigh leaving my lips.
"I think you are beautiful, even when you look like a fucking mess." He chuckled, scanning his eyes over my face. I cracked a small smile, rolling my eyes.
"Classy." I giggled.
"Truth is, Arielle..." he started.
"I'm scared as hell to want you but here I am, wanting you anyway and you know what, it's crazy because I don't even know when you became so important to me." Listening to his words made sparks fly throughout my stomach.
"Anyway... I could talk about you all day and all night and I'd still have a million more things to say but too many words become meaningless." He continued.
"So I'm going to leave it at this..." He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"You're the most wonderful person I've ever met and I really, really like you." He finished.

My heart was beating like crazy as I stood in front of Noah, my hands playing with the bottom of his shirt.
"Say something, please." He practically begged, seeing as I hadn't said a word since he finished speaking.
Noah bent down slightly, his lips against my cheek, brushing it lightly.
"If you want me to stop, tell me now." He whispered.
My breath hitched in my throat but I stayed silent.
He brushed his mouth against the hollow of my temple.
"Or now." He traced the line of my cheekbone. My body shuddered under his touch, a small gasp leaving my lips.
"Or now.' His lips were now hovering against my own.
"Or-" he began but I had reached up and pulled him down to me, and the rest of his words were lost against my mouth.
The kiss was passionate and needy yet gentle at the same time. Knowing that Noah had taken all that time to examine my actions and emotions meant something. I wonder how long he had been feeling this way? Maybe that would explain why he was always so grumpy towards me; he was just trying to force himself not to like me.

Noah slowly backed me up to the kitchen side, my lower back hitting it gently. I knotted his top up in my fists, attempting to pull him closer but we were already very close. He pulled back from the kiss, looking down at me. His eyes held a look that I had never seen before. A small glint in them.
"Noah." I looked up at him through my eyelashes, trying to catch my breath.
"Thank you." I breathed out.
"What for?" He asked.
"Just thank you." I smiled. He didn't need to know why I was thankful for him. I wanted to keep it to myself.
He grinned, leaning down and kissing my lips again.
This time, I pulled back.
"I want to do this Noah." I started.
"I'm ready if you're ready. Fuck our parents, you're all I want right now." I ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back off his forehead.
"Then if we're going to do this, no one can know. It stays between us and we keep it on the down low." He flickered his eyes between my own.
"Ok." I nodded my head frantically. I didn't even want to think of the consequences. I just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy it.

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I've always lived by the quote; "if a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it." However, that wasn't the case for Noah and I.