Fools

39- Noah

Noah

In the morning, Carter had his leg over my stomach and he kept twitching. I slapped him, "Hey, fuckhead, get off me," I told him to which he mumbled something incoherent and swatted at me. "No," I said and shoved him off the bed with a loud thump.

That woke him up "Ow! Noah, what the fuck?"

"Don't lay on me then," I said with a shrug.

"Well," he stood up, "if you weren't so damn cuddlable-"

"That's not a word," I deadpanned.

"Then we wouldn't have this problem," he claimed. "Tonight, I wanna be the little spoon."

I rolled my eyes before telling him, "I'm taking a shower first and don't follow me in there you creep!" I know I took a shower the night before, but sometimes I needed extra showers when I thought about Randy and... all of it. My body still felt gross, so I washed my body with soap about four times, before feeling better.

Most of us were up and in the kitchen by nine am as I sat down on the bar stool. My sexy boyfriend and Emily were cooking breakfast for everyone. The only person who acknowledged my last night discomfort was Jason when he put a hand on my shoulder, "you good?" he had asked and I nodded. "Good," he said and took a seat next to me. No one else brought it up, and I was thankful for that. When Sam saw me, he gave me an award winning smile.

And the day went perfectly fine. We went skiing, well, most of us. Zach and Haven stayed back and Jason told them, "please don't break every bed."

"But some beds you can break," Carter added before giving them a wink.

The rest of us went skiing, and no, I didn't fall... that much this time around, but we all had a good time. It was later that night that everything really went down hill (pun intended).

Knocking on Sam's door, I crept inside, "Sam?"

"Hey," he said, walking out of the bathroom. "You okay?" He asked with a grin, "saw you tumble a few times," he was trying not to laugh.

"Shut up, Dumbass," I stepped closer to him and looked around the room for a certain blonde.

"She's not in here, Frickhead," Sam answered, reading my mind.

"Mm. I think I like 'frickhead' better than 'baby'"

"Me too," Sam agreed, "I like dumbass; just the right amount of degrading," he spoke in a serious tone, but then cracked a smile when I laughed.

I tugged him to me by the waist. He was in those sweatpants that really got me going, and had a dark green hoodie on. I, on the other hand, was ready for the hot tub, in my black swim trunks. "Come in the hot tub with me?" I asked in a soft voice then looked down at his mouth.

"Okay. Ya' know, I like Vacation Noah," Sam told me as I leaned down, pulling his collar to the side, and placing a kiss.

"Why's that?" I asked in a whisper, then licked his skin before kissing him again.

"Because..." Sam could never concentrate during anything sexual.

"Because...?" Then I was pushed back.

"Don't turn me on if we're gonna go to the hot tub," he scolded me with his cheeks flushed.

I grinned, knowing I got him all flustered. "Why do you like 'vacation Noah'?"

"Because you're shirtless a lot," he ran a hand down my bare chest.

"Oh really? That's why?"

"Mm, yes, my boyfriend's hot," he claimed before I grabbed the back of his neck and brought him into a kiss. Slipping my tongue in. He gripped my waist and kissed me back, but not as long as I'd like. "Hot tub," he stated.