When You Came

Chapter 30

Living with my boyfriend, Noah, eeekkkk I still can't believe that he's mine, is amazing. The two months spent with him were definitely better than I ever could imagine. I honestly was never supportive of cohabitating. I read from some article that living together before marriage could possibly lead to divorce which is expensive and I was scared. I love Noah. 

I didn't even want to think that either of us would fall out of love with each other. After we came back from Seoul, we had my family's funeral which was hard for me but Noah had help me get through it and for that I'm forever grateful to have him. He has been my rock ever since we came back. He has got me through so many things like the guilt I constantly have for killing my family. Even when I attempted to kill myself, Noah still stayed by my side and assured me again and again that it wasn't my fault and that the killer would have still killed my father anyway if they weren't at the hotel. 

At first it was hard to get my head wrapped around that fact but after seeing Noah broken by my selfish decision to want to leave him behind, I gave in. I tried to get myself to accept the fact that they are gone and it was not my fault. I couldn't have prevented it, I would just only prolong it. From what Noah said it was bound to happen.

After nearly killing myself, I have tried to accept it one day at a time. To my surprise, it was getting better. I was getting better. Classes have started yet, they don't start for about another week, and I still haven't told Amy about anything but I'm sure she would know considering the vultures were also at the funeral, camera ready to get the latest news on Ethan James's death. But she didn't give me a call or anything... It's not that I wanted her sympathy or anything but wouldn't a best friend call when your family was killed by a cold-blooded killer. She must be living under a rock or...

She doesn't really consider me a best friend.

I mean why would she? We're obviously polar opposites. She could have ditched me for someone else, someone better, someone just like her. Quirky, bubbly, extrovert. And not introvert, moody and doesn't give two fucks. I'm worse now considering I shy away from everyone except Noah. Now I sit in the living room of Noah's apartment, reading, waiting for him to come back from work. 

Over the two months we've spent together we have easily fallen into a routine. He would get up early for work and kiss me on the forehead before leaving. I would get up later in the afternoon and cook something to take to the office for him to eat. We would both have lunch in his office everyday unless he has meetings. After lunch, I would go home clean around the apartment and wait for him to come home while I cook dinner. Noah's apartment in New York is even better than the one in Seoul. He has a view overlooking the entire city and you can also see the Empire State Building which is amazing. 

The layout was completely different. His apartment here had a grey interior because he said when he was choosing and designing the interior of the apartment he wasn't in the best mood therefore he chose grey because he knew his mood could frequently change. He had a mini bar on the rooftop of his place where he would occasionally make a few drinks for the both of us. He had an office where he would do most of his work on the weekends and I would sit on his lap while he does. The biggest difference from his apartment here and in Seoul was that he had a whole room specifically for his wardrobe. I was completely gob smacked. The entire room was filled with shoes, belts, wallet, suits, jackets, hoodies, dress shirts etc.

"What the hell?" I said when I saw the entire room.

"I need some place to put my thousands of clothes." He shrugged like having an entire room full of clothes was the most normal thing in the world.

"Why do you have so many?" I asked unable to hide the shock on my face.

"To attract the ladies. Women like men with a good sense of fashion, baby girl." He said smugly.

I deadpanned.

*

"Lia, I'm home." Noah shouted as soon as he came home.

"I'm in here, babe." I shouted from the living room.

"Hey, beautiful." Noah came into the living room and gave a kiss on my forehead.

"Hey... I made your favorite today." I beamed, Noah was still in his suit which was deliciously handsome on him.

"Aglio e olio?" Noah questioned.

"That's right." I smiled.

"Great, let's go babe." He dipped down and carried me bridal style to the kitchen.

"NOAH!! I HAVE LEGS !!" I screeched like a little girl. I mean he did scare me with his sudden man hands.

"I know baby, but I would never let my princess walk on the ground. Her feet are too precious to be walking this unholy grounds." Noah pecked my lips.

"Noah what on earth are you talking about?" I laughed.

"There." He placed me on the barstool and went to get the spaghetti out of the microwave. He placed it on two plates and got the forks and spoons out from the drawer and gave them to me.

"My queen, your food has been served." He placed the food in front of me and spoke in a posh British accent.

"I was a princess just now and now I'm a queen?" I arched my eyebrow.

"Who cares? I'll treat you royally no matter what." Noah hugged me from my waist and started nibbling my ear. He began his assault on my neck and started kissing my sweet spot while his hands were moving slowly and sensually on my waist.

"Oh.. Noah.." I leaned into his chest and tilted my neck to give him more space.

"Baby.." He hummed between the kisses he was making on my neck. "Time to eat." He immediately stopped and went to the seat in front of me to sit down and start eating.

I stared at him. Speechless.

"Wha...you...did you just...wha.. NOAH!!!" After stuttering and stammering, I yelled his name.

"Sorry baby." He stuck his tongue out.

"I HATE YOU! YOU MADE ME HORNY AND THEN YOU JUST LEFT ME!!!" I screamed. Don't get me wrong. We haven't done the deed yet. With the funeral, settling into Noah's place, my attempted suicide, we just didn't think about it. Maybe now that everything is slowly falling into place, we would do it. Who knows? No rush though.

"I'm sorry baby." Noah said looking guilty.

I huffed and downed my spaghetti. We ate together in comfortable silence. It has become our thing. We love each other's company. We don't have to say anything and we would know what the other person is thinking. I never thought that I would find someone I could be so comfortable with. I'm honestly glad it's Noah.