Curved Edges ✔

(2) Noah's Niceness

♡NOAH

I'm such an idiot. 

I get up to pay the bill and dial Conan's number as I walk out. He picks up immediately and already knows before I start talking.

"She left your ass didn't she?"

"They both did", I say defeated.

Conan stays silent for a beat. "Both of them? What the hell? You were with someone else at the same time?"

I snap out of my self-pity a little to answer him. "No, no I wasn't. I just met with a potential client. I blew it, man! I'm such an idiot! I should have rescheduled. After Bridget walked out on me this morning... And then to have my newest client walk out on me before things even started. Fuck! And I was happy to finally have a client who knew what she wanted. But nooo I had to fu-"

"Noah? Noah! What's going on?"

I forget all about Conan on the other end of the line because there she is. I'm looking at her from the back but I know it's her. She's sitting on the sidewalk, people walking around her all annoyed, and not a single soul asking her if she's alright. That makes me mad. Who does that? The least you can do is find out why she's sitting on the ground.

I kneel down next to her and put my hand on her back. "Amalthea? What happened?" 

I look her over, my eyes landing on her swollen ankle as I quickly stuff my phone in my back pocket, solely focusing on this second chance presenting itself to me. 

Thank you universe. I get to play the hero, something that comes naturally. I look into her eyes and see the tears in them. Is it because of what I said or the pain in her ankle? 

It doesn't matter right now. I have to get her off the ground.

I help her up as gently as possible. "Please don't put any weight on that ankle, okay? We need to put ice on it as soon as possible. Tell me where to go."

She doesn't respond and I see it all in her magnetic green eyes. Confusion, pain, anger, worry. It's like they scream out to me. I wonder if she knows how expressive they are right now. 

She nods her head to the right from us and that's when I see the fear in those windows to her soul. She's afraid to take me to her house, worried I will turn out to be the creep I probably seem to her.

What the hell am I going to do now? 

We need to have a better look at that ankle and she can't walk on it. I pick her up and hold her to my chest as I start walking towards my house. I have ice-packs in my freezer and a fully stocked first-aid kit, including painkillers. She needs help with that ankle above anything else. 

My mind doesn't allow me to enjoy the view I have right now. I'd probably drop her if it did. Because those tits... No! Focus Noah. 

We reach my front door safely.  "I have to put you down now to open the door, okay? Please keep your ankle off the ground." 

I set her down and keep one arm around her waist as I push my key into the lock. As soon as I open the door, I try to pick her up again but she stops me.

"No. Give me your arm. I'll hop inside." 

She sounds stressed and I don't want to make matters worse, so I just nod as I hold my arm out to her. But the hallway is narrow and it's not really working. 

I turn around and give her both my hands to hold and thankfully, she puts hers in mine. Walking backward, I slowly guide her into the kitchen. 

I help her onto a chair, quickly pull out the first-aid kit and place it on the kitchen table. I fill a glass of water and open the freezer to get an ice-pack out of it before putting the glass down in front of her. As I lift her leg up, I pull a kitchen chair closer to rest her foot on.

I wrap the ice-pack in a tea towel, carefully drape it over her swollen ankle, open the first-aid kit and pull the bottle of painkillers from it. I hand her two and nod at the glass of water.

And that's when I realize I haven't looked her in the eye since we got inside. I should have. Because she's crying and I feel like a jerk. 

I crouch down next to her with my head down. "I'm sorry. For being a wanker." 

She chuckles softly and I look up at her, connecting my gaze with her green eyes, as I wonder what made her laugh exactly. She starts laughing louder and holds her hand up, to let me know there's no way she can explain it to me right now.

But fuck me, that sound is beautiful. She has a slightly hoarse laugh, a laugh that warms your insides when you hear it. Damn, it brings out the sappy romantic in me. But it really does heat up this cold, broken heart. 

God, I hope she gives me a second chance to train her because she's so intriguing.

I sit down across from her and watch her laugh, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

Pulling my phone out of my back pocket I see the line to Conan is still open. I hold it against my ear, "Conan? If you're still there, speak up. Or I'm hanging up on you." 

Of course, there's no answer, it's a wonder he even picked up earlier. He's a busy man but one of my best friends. And talk about a hero... He truly is one.

I look up at her now that her laughter has turned into a soft chuckle. 

She whispers through her teeth. "I feel like fucking Bridget Jones." 

That's my shot, right there!

I clear my throat. "I mean, I know it's been awkward as ass but there's no need to leave." 

Her head whips up and her radiant eyes connect with mine. 

I try to hide the smug look on my face but I fail royally because that worked like a charm. 

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Part 2. Noah's POV. 

Let me hear what you think. 

I stole Conan from  STDsam 

Because I want to smash my curves with his edges. XD
Ewww. 

Hankie

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