“OHHHHHH!!!”
“Yes! Oh, fuck… FUUUUCKKK!”
It takes me a second to open my eyes.
My chest is heaving.
My heart is beating rapidly.
There’s a warmth oozing from my exhausted pussy.
I glance to my side. Noah’s laying there. He’s not blinking as his chest rises up and down. He’s staring up at the ceiling almost as if he’s another world away.
I gulp down.
Shit. Did I do it wrong? Was I really bad at it? That wasn’t bad, though… Was it?
After another minute or two of silence, I can’t take it anymore. I roll to my side and catch Noah’s eyes. They’re tired. Exhausted.
“Is everything ok?” I ask, feeling about as big as a pea.
Am I being needy? Is this the after-sex hormones that I’ve heard about coming through? But he’s just laying there. He hasn’t said a word since… Well, since you know…
“Babe?” I push again, this time poking a finger into his ribs.
“Yeah, yeah… Everything’s fine.” Noah twitches against my poking finger. He rolls to his side and faces me. But as he does, a weird expression pulls at his lips, lifting them up on one side, but remaining steady on the other. “Hazel… I…”
Oh, great. This is the part where he makes some dumb excuse and runs out. I’ll never see him again.
“I… I’m… I’m in love with you.”