( McKinely on the left, McKenna on the right )

"But if you aren't ready, I understand, and I would never push you into doing something you don't want to do. I just want you to know how much you mean to mean and that I am willing to wait for as long as you need." Noah says, making me look directly at him.

I'm looking at this beautiful man, in his gorgeous brown eyes that I can't help but be captivated by... And my heart feels happy. I haven't felt this for a very long time, and it's all because of Noah.

I get on my tippy toes, close my eyes and kiss him on the lips softly. When he doesn't kiss back, I am a little hurt. I take a step back from him, feeling confused.

Suddenly, he cups my face and brings me in for a kiss. My eyes are wide open in shock, but I quickly shut them.

The kiss I gave him was soft and unsure. Jay never let me kiss him, so I had absolutely no confidence in kissing Noah...

But this kiss, this is firmer, like he needs it. I reciprocate, honestly, unsure what I am doing. I have this feeling in my heart, but, it goes away as he stops kissing me. Noah looks into my eyes as if he is looking for something. Reassurance, maybe?

"Thank you." That is what seriously came out of my mouth after being kissed... I shake my head, feeling stupid. "I mean-"

Noah stops me mid-sentence by giving me a huge smile, almost laughing. Is he laughing at me?

"No. I am not laughing at you." Noah quickly says, as if he read my mind. "I'm laughing at how cute you are."

Noah just called me cute.

I blush, smiling big as he does something unexpected. He kisses me on the nose, then pecks me on the lips. Noah lets go of my face, putting his hands on my waist.

Why does it feel like my heart is exploding? I grab onto my chest, looking down at it.

"You okay?" Noah bends down, finding my eyes. His beautiful brown eyes, almost look like they have a sparkle in them. Even though I swear, I am imagining it.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Good." Noah smiles and walks away from me. "Do you want some breakfast?" He bends down under the kitchen island and brings out a skillet. I nod my head and walk over to him.

"Want any help?" I ask, and he shakes his head.

"But how about you sit down and tell me everything I am doing wrong." Noah laughs, going into the fridge. I sit down on the kitchen island watching him bring out the eggs, bacon and sausages.

I put my elbows on the kitchen island, putting my head in my hands, I watch him wanting to find anything, literally anything that he is doing wrong. But I don't think he can do anything wrong... I watch him crack the eggs, put the contents into the skillet and toss out the shells.

After a while, he cooks the eggs just the way I like. Noah makes me a plate and sets his plate next to me. Before I can ask, he pours me a glass of orange juice and gives me silverware.

"Thank you." I smile as he walks around me and sits down next to me.

We sit there, eating our breakfast and enjoying each other's company...

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After breakfast, we sit down on the sofa and watch TV. We tried to find a movie to watch, but we couldn't agree on one. Noah is more into Action and Comedy, and I am more into Documentaries and Films. Now we are arguing over which movie to watch...

"But John Wick movies are the best!" Noah argues, looking at me like I'm crazy.

"But Breakfast at Tiffany's is a classic! You can't beat the classics." I shake my head, about to click on the movie, but he grabs the remote from my hands. "Noah, we are watching-"

"Yes, we are watching John Wick 3." Noah's face is close to mine. I am trying not to get distracted by his eyes, but it's hard... "Just give it a shot." He smiles, making me give him the remote.

Noah presses the movie, and he puts his head on my chest and wraps his arms around me. I am surprised at first, but I love this feeling...

I put my chin on his head, looking at his black hair, hesitating to run my fingers through his curls. I move my hands from the couch to his arm, then into his hair. I can feel him relax even more, so I continue.

We are watching the movie, and I can't help but zone out and stare down at Noah. His large hands are moving up and down my body slowly... One behind my back and gripping my hip, while the other one moves up and down my left leg.

I bite my lip, feeling my heart starting to beat faster. I look at all the scars on his forehead, wondering how they got there. And I notice a few grey hairs in his beard- it looks good on him. Noah looks up at me, our eyes meeting.

"You good?" Noah asks, his voice is low, making my heart beat faster.

"Never better," I answer, making him smile. Noah leans in, waiting to see if I will kiss him or not. I look down at his lips, putting my hand on his cheek and kissing him.

His hands grip my hip and my leg, making me make a sound I have never made before...

"Ew! Get a room." I hear McKenna say, making me let go of Noah and move my head away from him. I am blushing hard, but Noah doesn't move. I look at Noah, and he smiles, big.

"What?" McKinley asks, "They were kissing, at least they weren't having-"

"Kinley!" I yell, feeling embarrassed. I don't think I will have sex for a very long time... "Girls, are you hungry?" I ask, trying to sit up but Noah grips me tighter not letting me move. I look down at him, and he is watching the movie.

"It's eleven, and I'm in New York- yet I am not drinking," McKenna says, making me squint my eyes at her.

"McKenna Lynn-"

"What? I'm just saying." Kenna smiles, "Stop being a bitch, Ken." Kinley says, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"Language," I say, trying to get off the couch. Noah still not letting me... "Noah," I whisper, but he ignores me.

Kinley holds up her hands in defence, and Kenna crosses her arms over her chest. What is her damn problem?

"McKenna, what is your issue?" I ask, making Noah lose his grip. Unsure about what is happening right now...

"You!" McKenna shouts, making me push Noah off of me and stand up. "You want to sit there and act as our mother, when you're our sister, Phoebe. Stop, mothering us around your damn boyfriend." She yells, making me rush over to her, completely ignoring the pain in my ankle.

I go to say something, but McKenna walks away going back into my room. I go to follow her, but she literally slams the door in my face. The door was so close to breaking my damn nose...

"Phoebe?" Noah's worried tone makes me turn around. I give him an apologetic look, smiling and remembering to breathe.

"Fine. If she wants to act like a spoiled brat- she can act like a spoiled brat." I raise my hands in defeat, walking into the kitchen. McKinley is snacking on a thing of chips... "Kinley- that isn't lunch." I shake my head, going into the fridge. I feel large hands grab my waist, making me freeze in place.

"Let me cook," Noah says, making me look at Kinley. She is looking at him, and I like we're strange.

"I- I got it," I say, looking into the fridge.

"You shouldn't be on your ankle, Phoebe." Noah finally says, making me realise I won't win.

"Fine," I say, walking away from him and into his room. I sit down on his bed, feeling frustrated and annoyed.

How can Kenna act like that? Especially in front of Noah... Gosh, that was embarrassing. This is why I didn't want Noah to meet my family...

I fall back, looking up at the ceiling and breathing in the smell of Noah.

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- Anna