Bittersweet // Complete

13.

Chapter 13

If the rest of his house was in shades of white and black and cream, Noah’s room was far removed from it. It was like the insides of a cave, dark walls and dark furniture. The only brightness came from the gauzy white curtains, that were shadowed by thicker, dark maroon curtains over them. The lights could only do so much to brighten the room, adding to the mysterious vibe of the room. It was almost as if the whole house and this room were designed by two different people.

“If you are more comfortable, you can sleep on the floor,” Noah offered, making me roll my eyes. If I had to sleep anywhere that was not a bed, I would have slept in the living room on one of the damp couches. It would probably help if I didn’t think about why the couches were damp and what alcohols soaked them.

“The bed is just fine,” I gave him the most pretentious smile I could muster, “You can take the floor if you want.”

“You can’t kick me out of my own bed,” He rolled his eyes. I slipped out of my heels and pulled the comforters off, sliding onto the soft mattress.

“You know it's okay to ask for help sometimes?” Noah said, fishing out some clothes from his wardrobe.

“Huh?”

“You’re not seriously considering sleeping in this outfit, are you?”

Well it was going to be uncomfortable as hell sleeping in a fucking pencil skirt and a shirt, especially when there was a push up bra and stockings underneath, but the idea of wearing Noah’s clothes felt… wrong. Wearing someone else’s clothes to bed was such an intimate thing, and Noah was anyways convinced that we could be something more than whatever clusterfuckery we were in. I didn’t want to encourage his ideas any further.

I shifted in my place, feeling one of the safety pins poking my thigh. Fuck, it was like the whole universe was conspiring against me. Defeated, I rolled my eyes at him, “Don’t get any ideas.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he snickered, throwing his soccer jersey and some cycling shorts at me. I unfolded and held the jersey to my chest, not ignoring the irony in this.

“It looks so good on you, consider it a gift.” His gaze was leaving me hot and bothered, but I had to fight back.

“What an honour,” I fluttered my eyelashes, “to be one of your whores.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing out on,” Noah’s smirk was agonising, and I had to get out of the proximity or I would spontaneously combust.

“I’m pretty sure we’ve established the fact that you have a tiny friend,” I rolled my eyes. No way Noah was winning this.

“Why don’t you check it for yourself?” He had a half smile on, leaving me red in the face.

“Which way is the bathroom?” I mumbled, bunching up the clothes in my hands.

“I can close my eyes,” Noah was leaning against the wall, covering his eyes with his hands, quite poorly though. I could see his eyes clearly peeking through. Unable to stop the smile on my face, I hit his chest lightly, marvelling at the strong muscle I felt underneath, unable to hide the blush that was warming my cheeks. Noah opened a door for me and turned the lights on inside, bowing at the threshold, “I hope everything is to your liking princess.”

I locked the door behind me still, and double checked it, before throwing the jersey and shorts on the counter next to the sink. Taking the entire outfit apart was a piece of work, what with all the awkwardly placed pins and buttons, but I worked it out, eventually. I wiped the makeup off my face carefully, doing my best to leave my eyebrows untouched but naturally blended.