Noah climbs off the bed and walks over to the dresser. He opens the top drawer and grabs a pair of blue and white plaid boxers and holds them up in the air with a disgusted look on his face.

"What?" I ask and prop my head up on my elbow and look at him.

"These are hideous." he says and I laugh.

My earlier question about whether or not there were clothes in the dresser is now answered. Markell's mother or Noah's father must have purchased all the clothes in the room for Noah. It is sad really, that they would buy clothes and fill the dresser in hopes that Hardin would come around sometime.

"They aren't so bad." I tell him and he rolls his eyes. I doubt anything will look as good as Noah's usual black boxer briefs but then again cant imagine anything looking bad on Noah.

"Well beggars can't be choosers, I guess I will be back in a minute." He says and walks out of the room only wearing his wet boxers.

Oh god, what if Markell sees him? I will be humiliated. I need to find Markell the first thing in the morning to explain the turn of events. What am I going to say though? "It's not what it looked like, we were just talking and then I agreed to stay the night and somehow ended up in my panties and a t shirt and gave him the closest thing to a hand job that I know of?" That sounds terrible. I will think of something in the morning. I lay my head onto the pillows and stare at the ceiling.

I consider getting up and checking my phone while Noah is in the bathroom but I decide against it. The last thing I need is to read texts from my Nick right now. He is probably panicking but honestly, as long as he doesn't tell my mom, I don't care as much as I should. If I am completely honest with myself, I haven't felt the same about Nick since I kissed Noah for the first time.

I know I love Nick, I have always loved Nick but I am beginning to question whether I really love him as a boyfriend and someone I could spend my life with or if I love him because he has always been such a stable person in my life. He is always there for me and on paper we are perfect for each other, but I can't ignore the way I feel when I am with Noah. I have never had these types of feelings before. Not just sexually, the way he gives me butterflies just by looking at me, the way I find myself desperately wanting to see him even when I am fuming mad at him, and mostly the way that he always invades my thoughts even when I try to convince myself that I hate him.

Noah has gotten under my skin no matter how hard I try to deny it. I am in his bed, he may never have never slept here before, but I am here with him instead of with Nick. On cue, the door opens and I am snapped from my thoughts. I look up and see Noah in the clean plaid boxers and giggle. They are a little too big and they are much longer than his briefs but they still look great.

"I like them" I smile and he glares at me before turning out the light and switching on the television. He climbs back onto the bed and lays closer to me than I expected, well I never know what to expect from him.

"So what were you going to tell me?" He asks and I cringe, I was hoping he wouldn't bring it up once he got back from cleaning himself off.

"Don't be shy now, you've just made me come in my boxers" he says and pulls me closer to him. I bury my head in the pillow and he laughs.

I pull my head up and Noah tucks my hair behind my ear before giving me a soft kiss on my lips. It's the first time he has kissed me that way and yet it felt more intimate than when we kiss with tongue. He lays his head back on the pillow and changes the channel on the remote. I want him to hold me until I fall asleep but I get the feeling Noah is not a cuddling type of guy. "I want to be good for you, Dix" Noah's words from earlier tonight play in my head and I wonder if he meant them or if he was just really drunk.

"Are you still drunk?" I ask and lay my head on his chest. His body stills but he doesn't push me off.

"No, I think our little screaming match in the yard sobered me up." He says. One of his hands is holding the remote and the other is hanging in the air awkwardly as if he doesn't know what to do with it.

"Oh, well at least something good came out of it." I tell him and he turns his head and looks down at me.

"Yea, I guess so" he says and finally sits his hand on my back. It's an amazing feeling having him hold me, no matter what terrible thing he says to me tomorrow, he can't take this moment away from me. This is my new favorite place to be, with my head on his chest and his arm on my back.

"I think I actually like drunk Hardin better." I yawn.

"Is that so?" He says and turns to look at me again.

"Maybe." I tease and close my eyes.

"You're terrible at distractions now tell me."

I might as well just tell him, I know he isn't going to drop it.

"Well, I was just thinking of all the girls you've... you know done things with." I try to hide my face in his chest but he drops the remote on the bed and tilts my chin up to look at him.

"Why were you thinking about that?"

"I don't know.. because I have literally no experience and you have a lot. Sab included." I answer. The image of Noah and Sab together makes me nauseous.

"Are you jealous Dix?" his voice is full of humor.

"No, of course not." I lie.

"So you don't mind if I tell you a few details then?"

"No! Please don't." I beg and he chuckles and wraps his arm a little tighter around me.

He doesn't say anything else about it and I could not be more relieved. I couldn't bare to hear the details of him and Sab's brief fling. I feel my eyes getting heavier and try to focus on the television. I am so comfortable laying here in his arms.

"You're not going to sleep are you? It's still early"

"Is it?" It feels like it has to be at least two in the morning, I arrived here around nine.

"Yea, it's only midnight."

"That isn't early." I yawn again.

"To me it is. Plus, I want to return the favor." What? Oh. My skin is starting to tingle already.

"You want me to, don't you?" He purrs and I gulp. Of course I do. I look up at him and try to hide my eager smile, he notices and he wraps his arm tighter, flipping us over so he is on top of me. He supports his weight with one arm and his other hand reaches down and I bring my leg up to his side, my knee bends and he runs his hand from my ankle to the top of my thigh.

"So soft." He says and repeats the motion. His hand gives my thigh a light squeeze and my skin is covered in goose bumps within seconds. Noah leans up and places a single kiss on the side of my knee causing my leg to jerk. He grabs it and laughs while hooking his arm around my leg again. What is he going to do? The anticipation is driving me crazy.

"I want to taste you Dixie." He says, his eyes are locked to mine to gauge my reaction. My mouth is instantly parched. He can't mean what I think he does right? I am slightly aware that my lips have parted and my mouth is hanging open.

"Down here." he answers my thoughts and brings his hand in between my legs. My lack of experience must astound him because he tries to fight his smile. I frown at him and his finger touches me over my panties making me suck in a breath. His finger makes soft strokes over my sex as he continues to look into my eyes.

"You're already wet for me." his voice is raspier than usual. His hot breath stings my ear and he runs his tongue along my earlobe.

"Could you say something so I don't feel like I am the only one who wants this, even though I know that isn't true." He smirks and I squirm as the applies more pressure to my sensitive area.

I can't find my voice because my body is on fire from his touch. He pulls his hand away and I whimper.

"I didn't want you to stop" I whine.

"Well why didn't you speak up like I told you to." he snaps and I recoil. I don't want this Noah, I want the laughing, playful Noah.

"You were distracting me." I say and move to sit up. He pulls himself up and sits on my thighs, holding his weight on his parted knees.

"So you want to me then?" I know that he is well aware that I do, he just wants to make me say it aloud. I nod and he waves his finger back and forth in front of me.

"No nodding, either you say it or I am going to bed" he says and climbs off of my knees. I mentally weigh the pros and cons of this situation. Is the humiliation of telling  Noah that I want him to.. kiss me down there worth the feeling I will get from him doing it? If it feels anywhere near as good as what Noah did to me with his fingers the other day then I know it is worth it. I reach out and grab his bare shoulder to stop him from moving any further away from me.

"Fine, I want you to." I sigh in defeat.

"Want me to what, Jane?" He has to be kidding me, he knows exactly what he is doing.

"You know... kiss me." I say and his smile grows. He leans over and plants a kiss on my lips.

"Is that what you wanted?" he smirks and I swat his arm. He is going to make me beg him.

"Kiss me.. there." I blush and cover my face with my hands. He pulls them away, laughing and I frown at him.

"You're embarrassing me on purpose." I scowl. His hands are still on mine.

"I know, I am sorry. It's just so strange to me that you haven't done any of this stuff before."

"Ugh, never mind Noah." I don't want to be the center of his joke anymore. The moment has passed and I am now annoyed with his ego. I roll over and lay on my side, facing away from him and cover myself with the blanket.

"Hey, I am sorry." he says but I ignore him. I know part of me is just annoyed at myself that being around Noah has turned me into a typical hormonal teenager.

"Goodnight Noah." I snap and hear him sigh. He mutters something under his breath that sounds like "fine" but I don't ask him to repeat it. I force my eyes closed and try to think of anything besides Noah's tongue as I fall asleep.
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