Living With My Friend's Brother [BxB] ✓

Chapter 26

Brett's POV

''Do you wanna start, or should I''? I asked Noah who finally calmed down and was looking at me without turning away every few minutes. He didn't really reply, he just pointed towards me, and I took it as he wanted me to start, probably still not ready to talk as he had just calmed down.

''Sure I'll start. Paris to me was actually one of the best times of my life, even though the party wasn't that great. I loved hanging out with you, which I really want to continue doing.'' Noah didn't reply at first, which made my heart beat faster from the panic that he honestly was thinking about turning me down. 

''I enjoyed Paris too'' he said without turning his gaze away. I smiled at his reply, excited that he still chose to look into my eyes as he answered. 

I was contemplating if I should ask what I really wanted to ask, would it make him leave the room as soon as I opened my mouth? ''Noah, then why did you start to distance yourself from me soon after?'' I dared to ask him.

Noah turned away to look down at his hands. I could tell he didn't really know what to do as he did some random fiddling with his fingers and cracking the tips of his thumbs. ''Danielle, and it doesn't help that you're only out to get laid. Not that it matters if it is me or anyone else for that matter!'' Noah started raising his voice and was about to sit up from bed when I grabbed onto his arm to keep him seated. I wanted to bring up our deal that we would listen to each other, but I knew that if I brought it up now it would definitly not turn the situation better in any way.

''I'm not just out to get laid, but the sex we had in Paris was amazing, and our chemistry can't be denied, so I would really hope we could continue doing that'' I said with a smile. Noah rolled his eyes and I started to realize that I might just have expressed myself a little poorly. 

''But if you're not just after sex, why did you bring Danielle home. Even when you claim you didn't do it as you say, you still had the motives!'' it was clear that he was still angry about that, and I honestly get that. He has all the rights to be. Noah sat with his arms crossed in front of his chest while waiting for me to reply.

''It was incredible stupid, I know. Honestly, it was a really weak moment for me and it seemed like an easy way to get my thoughts from you and your friend over to something else. I shouldn't have done it and I'm truly sorry. As soon as I saw your reaction when I came home with Danielle yesterday, I know I had done the biggest mistake'' I admit honestly as I saw Noah relax a little more, letting down his arms and placing his hands on his knees. I really wanted to place my hand on top of him and squeeze lightly, but I was too afraid to do anything that could make him angry or upset right now in any way. He needs his time, and I just have to respect that. 

''Back to Danielle'' I started and just by mentioning her name made a frown appear on his face. I put my arms up to surrender. ''I wanted to know how she made you want to keep a distance from me''.

He was quiet for some time, I didn't want to interrupt and just waited for however long it would take for him to tell me. Hopefully he would end up telling me something, because I need to know what the reason was for her to ruin our relationship. Not knowing only makes it harder to fix the problem.

I took the chance and moved my hand over in his lap to place my hand on his for comfort. He moved his gaze to look into my eyes that was currently looking at him for encouragement. 

''What didn't she do'' Noah said with an awkward chuckle, obviously not amused, but assumingly trying to lighten up what was coming. I lightly squeezed his hand to encourage him to continue as I smiled at his obvious discomfort. 

He thought for a moment before he bagan talking again. ''Well, an incident I remember very vividly was when I was walking alone and a group of her minions made my day harder by blocking the way I was walking, and spilling coffee on me. You might remember the time I came home with spilled coffee, at least one of the times''.