I felt my breath bounce off the wind, the chilly air sucked into me. My hair, in my face. Even short black hair can become annoying, even in shit weather. "NOAH?!" a boy with short brown locks ran around the corner and bumped into me. "Ouf!" he fell onto the ground, splashing into a puddle. he let out a sigh and stood back up, taking his shirt off. "Jay?... Ah- put your shirt back on!" I blushed and grabbed onto his shirt and tried to wip it back onto him, he grabbed my arm and smiled.

"your so cute" he put his hand on my cheek and rubbed it, his face almost touching mine. I couldn't help but look at his masculine chest. He caught me watching and stepped closer. "argh" I pushed him aside and his face saddened. "Noah.." I stood silent, for a moment. "text me." he said. "put your shirt on, its cold. i would hate to see you as an iceblock." he chuckled, putting his jumper on instead as his shirt was wet. "a hot iceblock" he giggled, blushing and turning the corner back home.

3 weeks later

Jay sent me around 79 texts about how he misses me and wants to catch up.. and he confessed his feelings and said he wants to say it in person too, and hold me tight. I held my phone tightly everytime as I imagines a a scenario. it went something like; "Noah, come here, sit on my lap and kiss me" and he was shirtless again... but it's a fantasy.

"Noah! its your highschool friend, Jay! he wants to take you to get coffee!!" I clutched my phone and my eyes widened "I said you would go with him! get your ass down here and be social." why mother?! ugh. I got my jacket and raced down the stairs, my heart pounding. there he was, looking sexy. standing in my kitchen in my house staring at me with twinkling eyes.

I looked at his pants and shirt, I looked him up and down and he smiled, a very naughty look. I could tell he didn't want coffee. he wanted me to himself.

Noah and Jay: book 2 -loving you

coming soon