Seven Summers Gone- A Kissing Booth Continuation (Fanfiction)

Chapter 28

I stand on the sidewalk with my eyes closed in the pouring rain as Bethany drives away.
Then I hear his voice and I feel myself finally relax as I let out a shaky breath.
"What the hell Shelley! Where have you been? One minute I'm in the shower and you're cooking dinner, the next I find you gone, the front door open and your cell phone on the pavement!"
I can hear the uneasiness in his voice, I'll tell him everything but right now I just want him to hold me.
"Come let's get out of this rain," he adds when I don't answer.
"Kiss me, Noah!" I semi-shout.
He looks at me like I'm out of my mind,
"Noah please just wrap your arms around me and kiss me!" It comes out as a plea.
He can see I'm uneasy so he grabs me while the rain gets harder almost stinging my skin and he kisses me with such passion that it actually makes my knees go weak.
I melt into his embrace and the dam finally breaks.
He pulls his lips from mine and hugs me to him so tight.
Before I know it he's leading me back inside with his arms still wrapped around me.
He leads me to the elevator, up eight floors and back into the safety of his apartment. All the while never letting me go.
"Come on Shelley, let's get you in the shower, you're freezing and shaking."
He helps me take off my clothes and guides me into the warm water, which burns a little at first but feels sooo good.
"Please don't leave me," I say wiping at my eyes.
He has a really worried look on his gorgeous face.
"I promise I'm ok, I just--I just need you right now."
I struggle to get the words out.
He nods and takes off his clothes and climbs in with me.
"Would you like me to wash you?"
I nod.
He grabs a loofa, squirts some body wash onto it and starts rubbing all over my body, cleaning away today with it.
It feels so good and I'm getting very turned on.
I look down and notice Noah is as well.
I put my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss, he drops the loofa and his hands go to my face.
"Make love to me," I plead against his lips.
"You're sure?"
"Very!"
He washes off the rest of the body wash and picks me up and pins me to the wall.
It's really cold against my back, but I don't care, I just want my Noah right now, right here.

Lying in bed, I look over at Noah and smile. After we got out of the shower we only made it as far as the bed before I needed to have him again.
"Shelley, can you please tell me what happened today? I was so scared when you just disappeared like that."
I bite the bullet and tell him about Bethany, the gun, my phone, driving to who knows where, and finally her confession and apology.
His facial expressions go from surprise to anger and then to sadness.
"I know we used to joke about her being crazy, but I never in a million years thought she would be capable of something like this. We need to notify the police," he says.
"I thought you might say that, but I think I have a better idea. She mentioned her dad made her get the gun for safety reasons when she moved here, so it sounds like he really cares about his daughter. Maybe we should let him know what happened so he can help her, instead of putting us all through the horrible task of getting her arrested."
"Are you sure Shelley? What she did was very serious!" Noah asks me, not looking too sure if that's what we should do.
"I'm sure, I think she needs help rather than being thrown in jail."
"Ok, but if her family doesn't take this seriously, I'm going to the police."
"That's fair," I say.
"Now that we've decided, I'm starving!" I add.
"We could get pizza or something," he says.
"How about I finish cooking the mac and cheese and you try contacting Bethany's parents."
"Ok, wish me luck!" He says.
Poor guy, that's not going to be an easy conversation.

I'm almost finished when Noah walks into the kitchen.
"So how did it go?" I ask
"Horrible!" he tells me.
"Her Dad, Tom, is going to fly to New York tomorrow and come by here before going to see Bethany. He wants to hear the whole story from you."
Oh, joy, I'm not looking forward to that, but I guess it's for the best. As much as I dislike Bethany she's hurting right now and I think having her father here and knowing what she's going through could be a good thing.
We sit down on the couch to eat our meal. We watch trashy reality tv and try to forget what a crap day it ended up being.
Noah is leaning against me absent-mindedly rubbing my leg.
"Noah if you keep that up, I'm not going to be responsible for what happens next," I say, getting all hot and flustered.
He takes that as a challenge and slows down, rubbing my leg very slowly and stopping very close to the top of the inside of my thigh, then taking it away back down towards my knee again.
He does this a couple more times before I can't take anymore.
I jump on him and take him by surprise, I lean down to steal a kiss when he moves his head and bang--we headbutt each other.
"Ouch!" I say, rubbing my head.
We both start laughing; and laughing; and laughing. I can't stop myself, after the crappy events of today, laughing uncontrollably just feels so--good.
"You're so beautiful, you know that Shelley," Noah says, then I realise he's stopped laughing and looking at me with an intensity in his eye's which makes me stop laughing too.
In a flash, his mouth is on mine and he's lifting me up. We bump around the place as Noah tries to make his way to the bedroom.
We don't get that far.
He places me on the table frantically removing my clothing, and his. Before I know it we are making love on the kitchen table.
We just can't seem to get enough of each other and despite all the crap that's happened over the last few months, I'm happy.
I'm so happy I could burst.
This is it for me, I've found my perfect person.
Noah is the love of my life.
He's my soul mate.