Let's Plan My Murder! (Romance) [✔]

CHAPTER 7- NAKED GUY IN THE APARTMENT

My mind is numb. I feel like my body has barged into a fight with my brain and has decided to act alone from now on by responding to his instantaneous action when his lips taste mine.

They are smooth, gently pulling, inhaling my breath and wanting more. He tastes like the apple he had a while ago. A pinch of sweetness in his mouth when he opens them to kiss me. I feel ignited with wild thoughts about this stranger whose tongue is down my throat.

My mind is gaining control of my senses, but it seems it has also joined team Noah's parade. My sorrows are fading. My heart is melting. It has only been seconds since we started kissing, but it feels like ages and slow agony that was tearing my heart piece by piece has dissolved and when I want it the least; he pulls away.

What the fuck just happened?

I met him an hour ago. We are already on the first base. I have never kissed a stranger in my life, but kissing Noah seems different on so many levels. Even for a split second, I did not think about Aiden. I have known him for less than a day, and he already has an effect on me that Aiden never did. I am constantly questioning his every move, everything about him and the biggest part of the story is, he is making me question myself.

"Why did you do that?" I snap, curling my fists.

I am overwhelmed with emotions and anger is definitely one of them.

I am not mad about him kissing me but about him pulling away, and he seems to have read my mind

"Are you angry about me kissing you or pulling away?" he teases.

He is not human, he can definitely read minds, and I am definitely dreaming.

"Hey, still here or your mind has already travelled to your boyfriend apologizing?"

Why does he have to bring up Aiden when he is the last person I want to think about, but it is quite ironic! I broke up with him because he kissed Natalie, his ex, and here I am doing the exact same thing with a complete stranger. Get yourself together before Noah believes you are a slut, Ava.

"I am angry because you kissed me," I declare.

"Pathetic liar," my subconscious spits.

No matter how much I enjoyed kissing him, kissing a girl without her consent is offensive and this guy needs to learn some manners.

"Noah, don't you dare do that again to me or any girl! You can't kiss a girl just like that without even asking for her consent. If you do it again, I will walk away without looking back," I warn him.

His jaw suddenly clenches, but he masks it with a forced smile.

"Okay, I am sorry... I kissed you because I wanted to know how it felt to kiss you. I tried to control myself but the idea of my tongue in your mouth was too tempting."

My mouth falls open. He kissed me to know how it felt like some kind of experiment. I want to kick his nuts right now, but I decide against it.

When I say nothing. He resumes.

"Look, kissing feels different with each person. You are a beautiful young woman, but something about you is different. You are different. Your eyes, I have never seen more innocence in my entire life than I can see in your eyes and I wanted to know how it felt to kiss you...that's why I kissed you," he says with a glow in those deep eyes completely smiting with me.

"What did it feel like?" I regret the second these words leave my mouth.

He looks astonished too.

"Ahh... To be honest... It felt like a fresh breath of air. Like it lifted a heavy load off my shoulders... I could finally breathe," he says, and without waiting for my answer, he hops inside the car.

His statement is preposterous, but his words are sincere. There is not a slight bit of forgery in them. He's telling the truth. I can tell. Maybe this is the tell Anna was talking about. The sincerity in someone's eyes showing a glance of their inner self.

I do not push further, even though I want to find out what he meant by that. He is so complicated. I have a knack for reading people, but he seems like a puzzle I can't solve. He is no doubt the most unpredictable person I have ever met, but I don't hate or detest him ....yet.

"Are you ready to go?" Noah asks, glancing in my direction through the car window.

I am not sure if I want to go with him. He just kissed me. Will it not be like I am giving him a signal or anything? But again, I don't really have a choice. I can't stay here. I might find someone crazier than him. Some part inside me wants to trust him, and I think I don't have a choice but to listen to that part.

He offered to drive me home, assuring me that he will keep his lips and hands to himself, disappointing both my heart and lady parts. I shift in my seat, wishing at least to have the radio playing—the silence unnerved me. 

"Is your radio not working?"

"It is working fine. I just don't enjoy listening to anything while I am driving. The silence, it's nice and peaceful."

I nod, agreeing with him; usually, I love the quiet and relish in it. It's something we have in common, but my unease wants to fill it up with noise. I take a deep breath, trying to enjoy the silence with him.

"You can listen to something if you want to. I don't want you to think I am weird or something," he offers.

"No, thanks."

I shouldn't think he is weird? From the moment I have met him all he has done is behaved weird, in fact weird doesn't even cover it.

His car is cosy and looks pretty new. The seat covers are fluffy, he has stuffed his front cabinet with chocolates. All of them are my favourite brands and flavours.

While we drive towards my house, he suddenly remembers that we left my car back in the woods and offers to call a tow truck service to pick it up. I deny, revealing my "don't know how to drive" story, to which he chuckles. After a one-hour drive, we reach my flat.

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"It's nice, comfy," he says, seeing the tiny living room.

My house is a one-bedroom flat I rented six months ago. I have covered the living room walls with pictures of my family and Aiden.

"Make yourself at home," I say, smiling.

"I'll do that." Noah settles himself on the sofa, resting his head back on the arm padding.

"I would love some pancakes, I enjoy starting my day with something sweet," Noah grins like a child.

"Yup, I can tell, seeing your chocolate collection," We giggle.

Cooking helps me think, and all I can think about is Noah.

Noah is erratic. Sometimes it's like he is telling exactly what he is thinking, and sometimes it's like he is trying really hard to hide his true self, like when he kissed me. With Aiden, I knew exactly what to expect. I even could predict his next sentences with ease, but with Noah, I am just baffled. He doesn't fit in any category at all.

As I step into the sitting room with his freshly fried pancakes, the horrified view separates my soul from my body for a moment. Noah is sitting on the couch completely naked and as an addition to my nightmare, I hear my doorbell ring and a voice that I did not want to hear at this very moment. It's Aiden.

"Ava, I know you are inside. Stop being childish and open the door. Mrs Adams saw you come home half an hour ago!"

Shit, I am dead meat today.

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Dear Readers,

What is Aiden going to do when he sees Noah in the flat naked?

Will Ava be able to handle the situation?

Please write down in the comment section below, what do you think will happen next?