Quarantine swipe

Curfew

My lips were sore from all that kissing.

As I was walking slowly down the stairs, because of my heels, I kept thinking what I just did.

Kissing 2 different guys in one week, that's the most action I've ever had.

Like I said before, I've never had the time for relationships.
I loose my virginity until college with a guy named Frankie, yes even his name sounds stupid. Because he was stupid.
I did it because of peer pressure, my friends were shocked when I told them I was still a virgin in college.
So I gave it away to the most popular handsome, asshole guy on campus. The quarterback.
I regret that ever since.

When I finally got into the desolated street I felt terrified when there was not a single car on the street, not a taxi, not a person, nothing.

And then I remembered that there was a curfew in New York, the subways were closed. What was I supposed to do. I had no way of getting home.
After all we were on the middle of a pandemic.
If a police man saw me I could get fined or taken, No one could be on the street after 9pm.

And it was 11 now.

I thought of calling Emerson, and ask if he could pick me up. But he didn't have a car, so that was a no.
So I did the only thing that was under my possibilities.
I turned around and climbed the 4 floors of stairs again. But this time I took off my heels.

I knocked on Noah's door.

He opened confused, and he was wearing cleaning latex gloves, I took a look at them and we laughed, mocking him.

"I can't go home" I said "there are no taxis on the streets and the subway is closed" I added.
"Oh right I totally forgot about that" he said.
"Me too" I said.
"Can I stay over?" I asked
"Of course" he said
"You take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch" he said.
"No no no, I can take the couch" I said.
"No Andy, I insist" he said.
"Well, thanks Noah" I said.

He walked with me to his bedroom and offered me a T-shirt and some boy shorts.
"I hope this suits you" he said handing them to me.
"It's perfect, thanks" I said as I grabbed the clothes.
"If you need anything you know we're to find me,  good night Andy" he said.
"Good night Noah" I said back.

He closed the door of his bedroom and I was left alone there. He was such a gentleman. Other men would obviously try to get into my pants.
I felt weird of being here. On his bedroom, to sleep in his bed. I missed my bed and my things.
I got changed into Noah's clothes, that smelled like curry and then got into his bed. At least the bed sheets smelled like detergent.
I tried not to think about anything and force myself to sleep.

The next morning I woke up confused of where I was, then I remembered.

I was in Noah's bed.

I stood up and got dressed with my clothes from last night.

When I came into the living room Noah was in the kitchen cooking something
"I hope you like eggs" he said.
"I do, thanks Noah you didn't have to make breakfast" I said.
"It's my pleasure" he said while shaking the pan.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked
"Yes, thank you very much" I said.

Noah and I sat up at the kitchen table and had breakfast, we chatted a little and then I went home.