Noah's hands on my thighs made me feel hot and I felt even hotter when our faces came close. His grip tightens and as if on instinct I pull him closer causing his lips to graze mine.
My heart races and it's like a parade's going on in my chest, with acrobats and everything. Noah comes closer and his lips touches the side of mine. I shut my eyes close. I wanna absorb myself in this moment cause I literally don't want it to end.
I take a hand to his hair and feel it's softness. I've always wanted to do this and I was right, it feels so good. Noah uses a hand to push my hair to a shoulder and I'm in awe at his strength. Cause I'm not so light.
As he adjusts me on him, his hands go deeper almost reaching my butt. I inhale sharply as my cheeks redden. Oh my God! Is this actually happening though?.
Noah's lips finds it's way to my neck again and this time he doesn't place butterfly kisses on it, he sucks on it and I've never felt anything like it before. Almost like I was gonna lose my mind.
I'm unaware of a moan escaping my lips and I feel Noah smile on my skin. My hand in his hair tries to untangle his curls as he continues.
"I don't think you know how cold the water is", he says on my skin and I open my eyes.
"What?", I ask and before anyone can spell Mississippi he tosses me into the water.
The coldness immediately hits me as I land into the water. I come back up exhaling.
"Noah!", I shriek and I watch him laugh. I glare at him but smile nonetheless. Rude of him to not let me process what just happened.
Noah's laughter dies down and his face becomes more serious but the feature's soft. I gulp at his intense stare.
"You're so beautiful", he says and it causes a ripple in my chest. He swims over to me and my eyes follow his movement, taking their time to admire his washboard abs before settling on his Greek god face.
"Never forget that, okay?", he asks and I give out a single nod.
He smiles then kisses my forehead. "Was it this big?", he asks and I raise a brow.
"What?",
"Your forehead", he says and I glare at him. He starts moving away with a chuckle when he sees my face so I go after him.
"Come here!".
**
The stars seems so bright today or maybe I haven't stepped out at night for a while. Yeah that's it. I keep looking up, admiring them as I lay on the sand with Noah beside me.
I point at a star and trace it out, aligning it with other stars. I cover an eye to connect the dots properly. When I'm done and it seems like I can see the lines connected and the object I was trying to trace out looks more prominent, I put my hand back down.
"What's that?", Noah asks, looking at where my hand had been pointing at.
"A big star", I say, looking up at the big star I created. It's a little bendy at the end since the last star was too far to connect with. It looks like a toddlers drawing.
Noah's hand goes up and he starts connecting the stars too. I watch him and at first it's like he's got a surfboard going on but it starts to change when he connects more stars to it.
My face morphs into a confused expression as I watch him. I'm so misguided that I find my eyes looking elsewhere. They trail down Noah's outstretched arm to his built up chest and my eyes linger there before it climbs up to his face.
The look on his face is neutral but the moonlight had a way of making his face look way more than neutral. Noah was never average, not even when the world hadn't discovered his beauty. Not even when it was just me admiring him.
He's always been a Greek god in my eyes, I hope he realizes that.. that I was the first one to see how beautiful he is. I'll always adore him and he'll always be mine in my head. Of course not in reality, I could never have him in the real world.
Noah turns to me and his eyes soften when he sees my eyes are on him. "Guess what I made?", he asks so I look back up.
He points at where he's been tracing all this while and I can't help but not see anything.
"I don't see it", I say.
"It's a tiara", he says and I look back up.
"There's no way you made a tiara with stars", I say in disbelief and he chuckles.
"Look here", he points at the sky again and traces out the tiara. I watch him, as he connects the dots again. I smile when it starts becoming clearer and to think he had a surfboard going on at first.
"Well..", I trail when he finishes, turning to him, "It's a crooked tiara though.. but you still killed it", I say and we both laugh.
"Thanks.. would've been really bad if you didn't like it cause I made it for you", he says and then looks back up again. With both arms outstretched this time he pretends to pick the tiara from the sky.
When he has it in his hands he turns to me and places it on my head. He then pats my hair down like there's actually a tiara on my head.
He smiles, "Looks good on you". I smile too, I blush even.
"You were mad earlier at school today, what happened?", he asks after a while and I sigh. All the times he could bring this up he decides to do it now.
"It's fine.. it was nothing", I say then quickly look up to the sky to avoid his comment and I hear him audibly sigh. I start tracing again and it doesn't take much time before I finish.
"It wouldn't be complete if you didn't have one", I say and he looks up. I show him the crown I traced and he smiles.
"It's kinda small, sure it'll fit?", he teases and I chuckle.
"Of course, your heads not that big", I say, playfully rolling my eyes at him. I pretend to grab it from the sky and place it on his head.
"You like it?", I ask.
"Love it", he answers and we share a chuckle, smiling.
Noah gets on his feet and then puts a hand out for me so I sit up, take it and he helps me get on my feet too.
He bows, "My Lady", I snort but play along either way, curtsying.
"My Lord", I say. We look up and when our eyes meet we burst out laughing.
We stop after a while holding our gaze. The wind brushes our hair to our faces and while Noah lets it be, I try to push mine away.
Noah slowly walks to me and I end up looking up at him. I held an eye level gaze with him before but now that he's closer, I have to look up.
He brushes my hair back and fixes it behind my ear but the wind's still strong so some strands fly back to my face.
His hand lingers on my cheek, "You know you're my princess, right?", he asks but I stay silent not giving him an answer.
"I know something happened, why won't you tell me?".
I hold on to my elbow, focusing my eyes on my bare feet. My toes look so small unlike his. They were long, the second was the height of the big toe. Mine were in accordance. The big toe was the biggest while the others followed in accordance. Like a staircase.
He lifts my face with a finger under my chin. "Princess?".
"A lot of people do that", I say and he raises a brow. "People pick on me all the time, it doesn't end Noah".
"It will if you just let me, name someone who's bullied you that I interfered with that still came back", he says and I scoff.
"Uh Loren, hello", I say in a "duh" tone and he sighs.
"Well has she bullied you recently?", he asks and my mind goes back to Loren's little warning this morning.
"No", I say gripping my elbow tighter and he gives me a look. I sigh, "This morning, she stopped me".
"What'd she say?", he asks.
"Noah", I say and so he raises a brow.
"What?",
"That's what she said, what else would she say", I sigh crossing my arms as I kick the sand about with my feet.
"Okay so tell me, are there any other girls who bully you?", he asks and I think about those three girls I got back at chemistry class. They can go off the list for now.
"No", I say and he sighs pinching the bridge of his nose with a hand on his waist. He doesn't believe me.
"I'll talk to Loren", he says then starts walking to his car. I follow from behind.
"No", I say stopping him. "Stay out of it".
"And since when do I listen to you", he says looking down at me. I frown, he's right.. he's never listened to me. That's why we stopped talking in the first place.
"Yeah.. when do you", I say then walk to the car.
"Abby that's not what I meant", he says coming after me.
"It's fine", I say putting my clothes on.
"Princess-", he slowly starts to say but I cut him off.
"Don't and don't tell Loren it was because of me", I say and he sighs taking his hair back. I literally pinched myself for thinking he was attractive right now.
And it caused an eyebrow raise from him, I mentally face palm getting into the car then wait for him to put his clothes on and get in as well. Noah starts the car and I look out the window to avoid any small talk.
He sighs driving out of the beach. The ride's silent all the way to my house and I'm glad when we finally get there. I quickly get down and make my way to the front door.
"You're back, how was-", my mum stops half way when she sees my frown from the couch she sat. "What happened?".
I sigh, "Nothing", I say even if there was something. Noah was like my best friend. He was the only friend I had but I lost him and when I tried to stop him from leaving he didn't listen to me. He left without even saying goodbye.
I always knew that Noah wouldn't like me but for a moment, when he placed kisses on my skin.. I thought.. I thought.. ugh!. I was so stupid to even think of that.
Why can't I just be like Loren, she can be with Noah and they'd be perfect for each other. Unlike us, we'd never match.
"I..", I shrug, "I wish I could be like her", I say and my mum sighs with sympathy.
My eyes glisten, "Mum..", I sniffle, "Why am I fat?".
"Oh.. Abby..", she trails moving from the couch to hold me.
She embraces me and my arms immediately go around her. I hug her tightly as I cry on her shoulder.
"It's okay, it's okay sweetie", she coos letting me cry and I cry.. I cry so much it was like my eyes would burn out.
Author's Note
Sorry for the slow update I've been so busy but I promise there's another chapter ready for you guys. Don't forget to leave a like and comment. Ciao for now.