neck, he smiled down at me, and said in a low voice, “Thanks for helping me, Tweet.”
“You’re welcome.” I was so overwhelmed with what had just happened, my voice was almost inaudible.
Noah matched my gaze, and then asked, “You know what they say, don’t you?” I shook my head. “Practice makes perfect. We may need to practice a lot. I’m kind of a slow learner.” He waggled his eyebrows and smirked.
I took in a huge gulp of air. “Do you want to start now?” My voice was so high pitched, it sounded like a dog’s squeak toy.
He dipped down closer to me before pushing away, and vaulting off the bed.
“Can’t right now. I got a dentist appointment. Mom will be picking me up soon.”
I rose up on my elbows, still feeling quite dazed. “Oh…okay.”
I slid both my hands into Noah’s outstretched ones. He pulled me off the bed, and into his chest, gently pinning my arms behind my back.
Looking down at me, smiling, he said in a commanding tone, “Tonight. Seven o’clock. Our spot.”
“Okay, I’ll see you then,” I said, breathlessly.
Taking a couple of steps back, he took his Red Sox cap off, ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times, turned his cap around, and put it back on. We never took our eyes off of each other.
Noah’s Adam’s apple bob up and down a couple of times as he swallowed hard, and said, “Thanks again, Tweet, for helping me out. I’ll see you tonight, okay.”
“Okay…yeah…tonight…see you then.”
I watched as he walked out the room, letting out a deep sigh once his perfect ass had disappeared from view. I needed to get a hold of myself and get Noah out of my system. I won’t risk losing my best friend just because of a stupid girly crush.
The adrenalin was pumping so fast through me after leaving Noah’s house I needed to keep moving, so I hopped on my bike, and went for a long ride. Cycling had always been my stress reliever. Whenever I had a problem or just needed to clear my head, cycling was my therapy. I loved the solitude, the freedom, and the control I felt when I was out for a ride.
When I got home I showered and dressed quickly in my pale green maxi dress and sandals. I put my hair up in a high ponytail and threw on a pair of small silver hoop earrings. I wasn’t trying to dress special. The temperature was still hot in Charleston. I would feel cooler in this dress with my hair up.
After getting dressed, I still had a lot of nervous energy. There was no point eating supper because I felt like I was going to throw up at any minute. My stomach was in a constant state of flip-flopping. Adding food into the mix would have been disastrous.
As I walked into the park, I saw Noah standing at our spot. His back was to me. I could tell he heard me approach, my steps crunching on the gravel that surrounded the picnic area. When he turned around and saw me, his eyes looked as if they had doubled in size and it looked like his mouth formed the word, ‘wow’. I shyly smiled at him. He looked perfect in his baggy black shorts that hit him just below the knee, showing off his tan muscular calves. His broad chest was covered in a white Nike t-shirt. He had on his black and white Nike shoes, and as usual, his Red Sox cap, turned around backwards.
As he stepped away from the table I couldn’t believe my eyes. Dinner for two had been setup; a red and white checkered tablecloth, paper plates, sodas, and napkins had all been placed on our table, at our spot. In the middle of the table sat a candle in a red glass holder, just like at the pizza place. Noah’s iPod was playing our favorite music.
He was standing with one arm behind his back. As he approached, he brought his arm around, and handed me the most beautiful bouquet of wildflowers I had ever seen. No one had ever given me flowers before.
“These are for you,” he said, smiling at me.
I took the flowers, brought them up to my nose, and inhaled their sweet scent.
Noah stood rocking
“You’re welcome.” I was so overwhelmed with what had just happened, my voice was almost inaudible.
Noah matched my gaze, and then asked, “You know what they say, don’t you?” I shook my head. “Practice makes perfect. We may need to practice a lot. I’m kind of a slow learner.” He waggled his eyebrows and smirked.
I took in a huge gulp of air. “Do you want to start now?” My voice was so high pitched, it sounded like a dog’s squeak toy.
He dipped down closer to me before pushing away, and vaulting off the bed.
“Can’t right now. I got a dentist appointment. Mom will be picking me up soon.”
I rose up on my elbows, still feeling quite dazed. “Oh…okay.”
I slid both my hands into Noah’s outstretched ones. He pulled me off the bed, and into his chest, gently pinning my arms behind my back.
Looking down at me, smiling, he said in a commanding tone, “Tonight. Seven o’clock. Our spot.”
“Okay, I’ll see you then,” I said, breathlessly.
Taking a couple of steps back, he took his Red Sox cap off, ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times, turned his cap around, and put it back on. We never took our eyes off of each other.
Noah’s Adam’s apple bob up and down a couple of times as he swallowed hard, and said, “Thanks again, Tweet, for helping me out. I’ll see you tonight, okay.”
“Okay…yeah…tonight…see you then.”
I watched as he walked out the room, letting out a deep sigh once his perfect ass had disappeared from view. I needed to get a hold of myself and get Noah out of my system. I won’t risk losing my best friend just because of a stupid girly crush.
The adrenalin was pumping so fast through me after leaving Noah’s house I needed to keep moving, so I hopped on my bike, and went for a long ride. Cycling had always been my stress reliever. Whenever I had a problem or just needed to clear my head, cycling was my therapy. I loved the solitude, the freedom, and the control I felt when I was out for a ride.
When I got home I showered and dressed quickly in my pale green maxi dress and sandals. I put my hair up in a high ponytail and threw on a pair of small silver hoop earrings. I wasn’t trying to dress special. The temperature was still hot in Charleston. I would feel cooler in this dress with my hair up.
After getting dressed, I still had a lot of nervous energy. There was no point eating supper because I felt like I was going to throw up at any minute. My stomach was in a constant state of flip-flopping. Adding food into the mix would have been disastrous.
As I walked into the park, I saw Noah standing at our spot. His back was to me. I could tell he heard me approach, my steps crunching on the gravel that surrounded the picnic area. When he turned around and saw me, his eyes looked as if they had doubled in size and it looked like his mouth formed the word, ‘wow’. I shyly smiled at him. He looked perfect in his baggy black shorts that hit him just below the knee, showing off his tan muscular calves. His broad chest was covered in a white Nike t-shirt. He had on his black and white Nike shoes, and as usual, his Red Sox cap, turned around backwards.
As he stepped away from the table I couldn’t believe my eyes. Dinner for two had been setup; a red and white checkered tablecloth, paper plates, sodas, and napkins had all been placed on our table, at our spot. In the middle of the table sat a candle in a red glass holder, just like at the pizza place. Noah’s iPod was playing our favorite music.
He was standing with one arm behind his back. As he approached, he brought his arm around, and handed me the most beautiful bouquet of wildflowers I had ever seen. No one had ever given me flowers before.
“These are for you,” he said, smiling at me.
I took the flowers, brought them up to my nose, and inhaled their sweet scent.
Noah stood rocking
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