cryptic existence

"Maybe you should get out of my bed. Stranger." Noah’s apartment certainly wasn’t big enough for the both of them, which is why he was infuriated at this point. Especially due to the other’s calm behavior around someone he didn’t even know. His impatience was running thin as he raked through his hair, seriously considering tossing the guy off his balcony in a second.

Perhaps it was the time away from each other that prompted Noah to immediately oblige to her command. As soon as he returned to lay beside her, he had already forgotten why he got up in the first place. Ivory linen blended well with her porcelain skin, making it difficult for him not to admire her languid expression. “It’s only 3. Sleep.” With slight reluctance, he reached out to curl a strand of hair behind her ear. There was plenty more reasons to stay.

The hint of despair in her tone conspired Noah to turn back around, with the sun peeking through the blinds and revealing the guilty look veiling his usual stoic countenance. “I, uh, was gonna head home…” 

Not sure if you noticed, but people have been hollering about Christmas since November. But yeah, I guess I'll endure it, like I do everything else.

❝There’s too much of me to go around. No fun if I just hold some off for you.❞ The witty remark prompted him to erupt with laughter for a moment before leveling his gaze with the other. ❝Someone’s quite the jealous one.❞

❝Music to my ears. Should I be expecting something when I get there?❞ A cunning grin graced upon his plush lips, twisting her notion with his own improper thoughts.

❝ 'cause you know i get excited when you get jealous, too. ❞