The Kissing Booth - The First Year

Spicy talking - Elle

After turning off the phone my heart was calm, having talked to Noah really made me more excited, I almost forgot that I was still a bit hungry because Lee left everything extremely spicy (to impress Rachel of course ... she loves spicy food ). But luckily June (Lee's mother, my second mother and now also my "mother-in-law") did not put pepper in the guacamole, so I had to eat tacos stuffed with guacamole and sour cream ... is was delicious, and still so light that I might have to get a burger on my way home.

Dad and Brad went home early, and I ended up staying at Lee's, with him and Rachel by the pool, talking about what our last year at school would be like ... obviously the conversation lead us talking about colleges and I realized that I had never stopped to think so deeply about what to do in the future. Of course I always had dreams: first I wanted to be a doctor, so when I was 6, Lee and I loved to play "ER". With 10 I decided that I would be a veterinarian to take care of all the cute cats that showed up in my house ... my parents did not like it very much, maybe because I took 4 cats to our house, put them all in my room and hung a door "Veterinary Hospital - the doctor is in". Clearly it did not last long ... the cats ran away... I think I was a lot Felicia instead of a veterinarian ...

But now I had to think about it clearly, this is the moment when we have to decide where to go, of course I was thinking too much about Harvard ... I wish I could live there with Noah, on the other side of the country, but with the person I did not want to live without. I started thinking about journalism, even though my dream was about going to Yale like Rory Gilmore (yes, I watched Gilmore Girls a thousand times and Rory was my inspiration, Lee always wanted to punch me because of that), but I had a ridiculously better excuse to forget Yale and go to Harvard. This would definitely be taken into consideration and journalism would be my first choice. So I could think of physical education, including my passion for dancing ... but I still had a few months to clear my mind.

I went home at midnight and a half, put the car in the garage and looked at the bike, there ... so beautiful, so silent ... Noah's helmet was on my father's shelf, inevitable a smile sprouting on my face just remembering how sexy he gets with that helmet and sure, my heart melted again. I looked up at the clock and thought, "Oh my God, he asked me to call."

I ran upstairs to my room, his jacket was on my bed, I lay down and picked up my phone ... On the first ring he answered, his voice was so sexy that I could not hold the heat that rose.

"Hi Shelly, at home already?"

"Yes, I just got here and lay on your jacket to smell you ... oh Noah, I wish you were here with me now ..." I was breathing a little hard and I could hear him whispering "Now I'm excited ... "

I've never had a spicy conversation with him over the phone, because all the time, since we started dating for real, we spent every moment together and literally there was no time for sensual messages, everything was live, I mean, really live! I was impressed by how much I improved my performance ... but with a teacher like my Noah, there was no way it could be any different. I could still laugh sometimes remembering when I managed to hit his teeth on one of our first kisses, so awkward hahaha.

"So ... did you have dinner?" I changed the subject so he could breathe a little.

"Yes, I went to a cafe near the campus, ate a sandwich and bought some things like snacks, water, *obvious* coffee, coke and some frozen ones to bring to my room ... My mother thought of everything, I have a minibar and a microwave here, meaning I'll only get hungry if I forgot to buy food... I started to unpack and waited for you to call me. Now it's almost 4 in the morning here, baby. "

I stopped to think, *my God three hours difference*... poor Noah, he must be really exhausted.

"You must be very tired ... I'll let you sleep ..."

"Do not be silly, I'm not in Boston's time zone yet, for me it's like one in the morning, in bed lying with you, ready to watch one of your favorite movies, or just lying by your side ... and by the way, you have to see our bed here, I'm sure you'll love it. Mrs. June Flynn really knows me ... she has several cute cushions, an extremely soft duvet and the thickest blankets on the planet, okay, I think she exaggerated a little in the blankets, but she knows I hate cold weather and it's very cold here. I'll send you a photo of the room in general and the bed "

He sent the pictures, the room really looked very cozy, the next picture was the bed, with pillows and very fluffy blankets (yes, there were at least two blankets on it), then suddenly I received another photo, a photo him ... without his shirt, with that beautiful beard to be done, his face shining in a spectacular smile, that dimple I loved, and a little below the perfect abdomen and his pint ... and I had not even had time to stop looking at the abdomen and the last photo came in, he was in that black box underwear that I loved, and how wonderful he was in his underwear, *he is better without it* I really couldn't stop my internal naughty voice... I stopped breathing, he was so sexy ... Sometimes I thought it was too much for little Elle ... when he was on top of me, I literally disappeared ... looking at that photo, seeing his face and smile ... and that body, *oh that body*, I was more than horny, I was almost climbing the walls.

"Shelly ... did you get the pictures?" He asked in an extremely sensual voice

"Yes ... oh yes Mr. Noah Flynn ... just wait, I'm preparing something for you." I took off my shirt and sent a picture without a bra, feeling a little too thrown, but it was for my boyfriend, and he had already seen me naked a dozen times...

"Shelly, are you trying to kill me? I'm almost going to the airport right now to catch a flight back home ... I just wanted to be able to kiss you now! "

"I wanted to be with you, and you started all this sensual texting baby..." I laughed and stopped for a moment to breathe ..."Baby, it is almost two in the morning, we have to get some sleep ... tomorrow is my last day of vacations and I have a lot of things to do ... I need to rest a little bit. Will you dream about me?" Of course I did not want to hang up yet, but I could not stay up all night talking to him, even if that was my only wish.

"Ok Shelly Welly ... Of course I'll dream about you, I think I'll be looking at this picture you sent me all night. I love you. Good night, we'll talk tomorrow, but this time through Skype, so I can feel closer to you and look at you as we talk... Sweet dreams little angel." We hung up and at the same moment I was flying ... flying over his room in Harvard, looking at his face ... Babing on my pillow.