I knew he was staring at me, likely to be taking me in, but I just made myself think of it as a staring contest because I didn't want to be the first to look away, blink, or make him snap out of it. I liked the way he looked at me. I liked him.

Am I a fool for thinking that? For liking him so soon? I've known him for four days. Four fucking days. I know more about him than I have about anyone else in four days and he's great company, I genuinely love hanging out with him.

When his eyes clicked with mine, I felt the blush beginning to creep up my face. Oh, my god. I am a fucking fool. I could see the smile tugging at his lips. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep my smile hidden while looking away. I lifted my hands off the table that I was leaning on and sat up straight, pulling my hands into my lap.

"You have a beauty mark right there," he pointed at my upper lip, "I didn't know that," he chuckled.

"Nobody really knows that," I laughed, "It's really light, you can't see it," I shrugged.

"I see it," he replied.

"You're standing real close," I said, glancing at the space between us.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

"You know you're a lot sweeter than everyone says," I giggled.

"Really? I might have to change that," he smirked.

"Why?" I frowned.

"Because I was the guy who was an asshole for no reason," he chuckled.

"There had to have been a reason," I said, pulling my legs up, crossing them.

He took that as an opportunity to shift closer to me and took a step closer to do so. "I suppose there was, nobody ever figured it out," he replied.

"How come?" I questioned.

"It was a secret," he answered with a small shrug.

"Hmm, an enemy?" He shook his head. "Betrayal?" He shrugged. "Heartbreak?" He didn't respond. It was about heartbreak. "Someone broke your heart?" I whispered.

"That's a little dramatic," he chuckled, "Broke my heart? I don't know if I loved her, but broke my trust? Yeah, she did."

"What did she do?" I asked hesitantly, "Answering that is optional."

He smiled, "She cheated," he shrugged.

"Stupid bitch," I said, waving my hand dismissively.

He laughed, throwing his head back lightly. "Why? She didn't feel for me anymore. Why shouldn't she have gone with someone else?" he asked.

"She could have gone with someone else, she just shouldn't have done it behind you back. Trust is a thing, communication is a thing, so is loyalty. That's all there before a relationship forms, isn't it?" I asked rhetorically. He nodded in response. "She could have told you, she should have told you, but she didn't. That makes her a fool," I scoffed.

"Would you never do that to someone?"

"Never," I shook my head, "Especially to you. I imagine you treated her right," I answered.

"I thought I did, I guess not."

"Well, the past is in the past, what now?" I asked.

"What now?" He arched an eyebrow at me.

"Aren't you seeing someone? Or talking to someone?"

"Well, I'm talking to you," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, smiling. "I'm being serious," I laughed.

"No, I'm a single man." He says that like a happily single person. "I'm open to a relationship, it's just a little nerve-wracking not knowing where I'm going from here. I don't wanna fall in love and then have to leave that person behind now, do I?"

I nodded in understanding. He's not wrong. It would hurt to love someone and then leave them behind. "So, are you gonna like- wait till you settle in one place for a while and then find someone?"

"No, I'm just gonna grab the right person when I find them, not let go," he chuckled, "And hopefully I can keep them," he shrugged with a sigh.

"Sounds like a good plan," I smiled.

"I hope it is," he nodded. I rubbed my eyes when sleep and drowsiness began kicking in, the exhaustion from the day hit me like a wave. "We should call it a night, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah," I chuckled, still rubbing my eyes.

"Need a hand?" he asked.

"Sure," I grinned, holding my arms stretched out. He chuckled before picking me up. I put my legs around his torso so he wouldn't trip and let go when he seated me on my side of the bed. I had a little bit of water before lying down. "Night," I sang.

He turned the bathroom light off and I froze.

Now, where do I put the bottle? I can't see the table.

I just guessed and used my senses, hoping it wouldn't topple over. "Night," he said while I heard shuffling and the bed dipped beside me. We both lay there in silence for a little while and I was literally scared to move.

Maybe I am afraid of the dark. I love it when my night light is on. I'm all good to go then.

"Boo!" he yelled, grabbing my waist.

"Noah!" I screamed, covering my face almost instantly. His laughter echoed gently off the walls in the quiet, dark room, sending chills down my spine. "Oh, my god, please don't do that," I said, placing my hand on my chest.

"Booo!" he sang.

"Noah," I threw a kick and punch in the direction he was lying in.

"Ow," he chuckled.

"Don't do that, please," I whined.

"Okay, okay," he laughed. And second later, "Boo!"

"Noah!" I yelled, sitting up and flicking my lamp on. I looked at him, glaring with all my might but his grin made it falter instantly.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise," he laughed, his right hand resting on his bare chest. I noticed and he woke up shirtless too so I take it he sleeps that way. He held his pinky out and I locked mine with it. I begrudgingly turned the lamp off and lay back down, facing him because that was better than facing the empty chair. I scooted forward and felt his leg brush against mine, neither of us caring as such. "Bella, have you seen The Nun?" he whispered.

"Noah, I swear to god, I will kill you," I mumbled. I flipped over and lay on my stomach, my left arm under the pillow, trying to go to sleep quickly so he wouldn't be able to scare me every five goddamn seconds. I felt his hand brush against mine, I'm assuming he lay the same way.

The last thing I felt was his pinky lock with mine, and then I dozed off.

I woke up the next morning, still tired. I had to wake up though so I rubbed my eyes and stretched my body before trying to get up but not being able to. I looked down and saw an arm casually draped over my waist.

Uh oh. Oh no.

I poked his arm to check if he was awake but he made no movement. I was about to try standing up again but his arm moved and tightened around me before he pulled me back, spooning me tightly.

"Um," I mumbled to myself. I cleared my throat, "Noah?" I said. I slowly rolled over to face him and saw that he was fast asleep. I took a minute to just look at him, my eyes settling on his dimple. I poked it a few times and he stirred awake.

He squinted before his eyes opened slowly. He looked at me, then down at my waist, realizing his arm was there. "I'm sorry, I must've moved around," he said while retreating his arm and stretching.

"That's okay," I mumbled, stretching again, "Oh god, I'm still so tired," I mumbled.

"I know me too. Maybe three days of roller coasters in a row wasn't such a good idea," he chuckled.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Maybe we should take today in," he sighed, sitting up.

"Really?"

He went over to the balcony before answering me and peeked outside. "It's raining," he laughed.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"I swear," he nodded.

"Noah, it doesn't rain in Vegas like... ever. It's May right now, are you kidding?" I got out of bed and walked over to him, looking out the balcony and sure enough, it was raining. Now, it wasn't pouring down from the sky but it wasn't drizzling. People were still out and around without umbrellas, you wouldn't get drenched outside, but it was raining.

"Take it as a sign, babe," he sighed, "We should all stay in," he mumbled, grabbing his phone.

"I think you're right," I shrugged. I grabbed my phone and texted on the group chat.

It's raining. I'm tired. No plans, ladies. Go back to sleep.

With that, I put my phone on the nightstand and crawled back into bed. "Maybe in the evening we can go shopping and then out for dinner," he said.

"Maybe, goodnight," I sang.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

I looked up at him while he stood beside me. "Going back to sleep," I answered.

"You're on vacation, god knows when you're coming back to Vegas."

"So...?"

"So, you can go back to sleep, but we're going swimming at noon and we're having lunch by the pool."

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