With Love From Noah by Alison G. Bailey

With Love From Noah by Alison G. Bailey

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Smile Noah

I was in the bathroom staring in the large mirror, my palms resting on the marble countertop. Tiny beads of sweat were popping up on my forehead and my stomach tossed every time I took a step toward the door, keeping me from moving forward.

This was a bad idea.

A loud pounding from the other side of the door ricocheted around the room, causing my body to jolt, leaving behind a prickling sensation across my skin.

“Let’s get the show on the road,” her muffled voice commanded.

Swallowing hard, I cleared my dry throat and said, “I’ll be right out.”

I grabbed a washcloth and ran cold water over it. Pressing the wet cloth into my face, I inhaled several deep breaths, trying to work up the nerve to do what I came here to do.

This was such a bad idea.

I slid the washcloth down my face to reveal terror filled eyes reflecting back at me in the mirror. Tossing the washcloth to the side, I rolled my shoulders a few times and tilted my head from side to side, hoping to release some of the tension that had a stronghold on my muscles. I glared one more time in the mirror, trying to locate my courage before walking into the next room. I opened the door, my eyes staying focused on the floor. I stepped through the doorway and almost crashed into her.

“Whoa!” she yelled.

I glanced up. “Sorry.”

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I stammered, my gaze alternating between her and the floor.

“Are you having issues?” Her voice laced with serious concern.

“Issues? What do you mean?”

Leaning toward me as if she were going to tell me a secret, she whispered loudly, “Bathroom issues?”

I scrunched up my face in disgust. “No,” I said annoyed.

“I was just checking. You were in there a long time.”

“Look Lisa, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

“Are you kidding me?” Her hand came up and swatted my upper arm. “It’s a fucking fantastic idea. Besides, everything has already been scheduled. You can’t back out now.”

Valentine’s Day was in a week. It was the first one Tweet and I were spending as an actual couple. She was finally mine, completely. I felt the corners of my mouth curl up thinking about her and how great she was doing. My life was perfect with Tweet by my side. I was so nervous and indecisive about what to get her. I’d been giving her gifts forever but I was “the boyfriend” now. Plus, I felt guilty. Between school and work, things had been busy, so our time together was limited and then I found out last week that I have to work on Valentine’s Day. Tweet was understanding but I knew she was disappointed. Hell, I was disappointed.

I thought it was a good idea to run my initial plans by Lisa. Even though she and Tweet were roommates in college only for one semester, they formed a close bond and remained best friends. I called Lisa and told her my idea. She didn’t even give me a chance to finish telling her before my plans got nixed and replaced with one that she guaranteed would send me into the awesome boyfriend stratosphere. I liked Lisa a lot. She had been a great friend to Tweet, but she was nuts and I wasn’t completely onboard with her sure-fire plan.

“It’s just that, Tweet has never mentioned to me that she would like anything even remotely like this.”

Shaking her head, Lisa looked at me with a smirk. “Let me explain something to you, The Noah.” I chuckled a little hearing the nickname she had given me. “You called me because you wanted my help, my advice. You wanted to surprise Amanda with something unique and special. You don’t want the clichéd flowers and candy crap. Am I right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said hesitantly.

“You’re damn straight I’m right. I’m a woman and thus I know what women really want.”

Rubbing the back of my neck nervously, I said, “I know, but this is so…”

So what? So perfect? So fantastic? So incredibly out-of-the-box that it will blow her mind?”

So weird,” I offered.

“So weird, cray-cray awesome,” she said with excitement.

“Okay, I’ll trust you on this, I guess.” She seemed really sure of the idea.

Lisa clapped her hands, rubbing her palms together. “Alrighty, let’s get this monkey humpin’.”

My eyebrows knitted together as I looked at her, baffled by her choice of words.

“I still don’t understand why we had to meet here.”

“I told you the studio is being remodeled and can’t be used,” she explained.

“I know, but…”

“Listen, you’re having a boudoir photo made. What better place to shoot it than a boudoir?”

I cringed at the word, boudoir. “Don’t call it that. It’s a picture. I’m having a picture made for Tweet.”

Lisa had set the entire photo shoot up with a friend of hers. The photographer’s studio was in the middle of a remodel so the shoot was scheduled to take place in downtown Charleston at the John Rutledge House Bed and Breakfast. The room looked like something Tweet would like with pale yellow walls, hardwood floors, and fireplace with flowers on the mantle. A huge four poster bed took up most of the space.

Rolling her eyes, she huffed out, “Whatever. Now, is that what you’re wearing?” she asked, running her gaze up and down my body.

“Um…yeah. What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I had on navy Nike sweat pants, white Nike T-shirt, and retro air Jordans.

“You look like Nike threw up on you. Take off your shirt.”

“Excuse me?”

“You should take off your shirt for the picture, I mean,” she said.

“The photographer isn’t even here yet.”

“I know. I thought maybe you needed me to oil you up.” Lisa’s eyes appeared to glaze over while they zeroed in on my chest as I watched a large lump slide down her neck.

I took a step back from her. “What? No, I’m not getting…no.”

There was an awkward pause before she snapped out of her trance, cleared her throat, and said, “Well, if my services are no longer needed I guess I’ll head out.”

“Um…I appreciate all your help with this,” I told her.

“The photographer should be here soon.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“And you’re sure about the oil?” she asked.

“I’m positive about the oil.”

“Just double checkin’,” she said.

“Thanks.” I sent a slight smile in her direction.

She stepped toward me and patted my shoulder. “Good luck, The Noah,” and then headed out of the door.

Lisa had taken my mind off of my nerves for a few second but now that I was standing in the room alone they started to resurface in full force. I walked over to the large window and focused on the street below full of locals and tourists walking around, hoping the distraction would calm me down. I could do this. This was for Tweet. I could and would endure anything for her. The click of the door startled me. Inhaling two extremely deep breaths I turned around to meet the photographer and get this over with as quick as possible.

Everything happened all at once. I turned, saw a big camera, heard a female voice say, “Hey Noah”, and a flash of bright light blinded me before I saw the person.

“Shit,” I yelled, slapping my hands over my eyes as I stumbled backward.

“Oh hell! I’m so sorry,” she said.

“Tweet?” I asked, confused.

Her fingers curled around my wrist, pulling my hands from my face. I opened my eyes to bursts of light. As I blinked, the spots disappeared and were replaced with the most beautiful girl in the world. My girl.

With a sheepish look on her face, she dropped my hands, raised her arms over her head, and yelled, “Surprise!”

A huge smile appeared across my face. “What are you doing here?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

Her sexy hips swayed in my direction as she moved in closer, looking up at me through her long dark lashes. My breathing picked up. She looked incredible in her worn jeans that slid over her curves perfectly and a light blue sweater. Her hair was down and fell right between her shoulder blades. God, she was everything to me.

“So this was all a setup?” I asked.

Tilting up on her toes, she whispered on my lips, “Yes.”

Her lips traveled across my jaw, causing me to release a deep sigh. “So there was never a photographer?” My hands moved to her hips and immediately disappeared under the bottom of her sweater.

“No photographer,” she answered in a low sexy voice as she continued nibbling down my neck.

“This was all planned to surprise me?” My head dipped down, nuzzling her neck as my hands slid farther up her sweater.

She sucked my earlobe between her lips while her hands moved up my stomach toward my chest. “All for you.”

“No pictures?” I breathed into her ear, placing soft kisses just below it.

“Oh, there will be pictures.” We pulled away from each other’s necks and rested our foreheads together. “We have twenty-four hours of just the two of us. No family checking in, no friends stopping by, no studying and no calls from work. Just you, me, that big bed, and room service.”

“Gee you’re swell.” I grinned.

I placed a soft kiss on her lips before standing up straight. Our eyes stayed locked. Tweet raised her arms above her head, allowing me to peel her sweater off. The bra she had on was pink with white hearts on it. My eyes landed on her chest, watching as her breathing picked up speed. I swallowed hard. My fingertips traced the outline of her bra. Starting at the strap, my hand slowly traveled down to the top of one breast, then across to the other, and then to the second strap. I stopped halfway up the strap and slid it off her shoulder, revealing the small scar she had just below her collarbone. The tips of my fingers ran gently over the scar. It was one of the permanent reminders of a terrifying time in our past. I glanced up into water filled teal eyes.

“No sadness today, Tweet,” I choked out.

“No sadness,” she said as a small sob escaped. Composing herself, she gave me a slight smile. “I love you so much, Noah. Thank you for never giving up on me.”

Reaching up, my thumb brushed the tears away from her cheek. “Giving up was never an option.”

I lowered my lips to hers and placed soft kisses over her mouth. Tweet whimpered slightly, causing me to deepen the kiss. My tongue slipped into her mouth and connected with hers immediately. My hands slid down her body as hers traveled up my body and tangled in my hair. Grabbing her ass, I lifted her up, carried her to the bed, and laid her down. I took off my shoes, pants, and shirt in record time while Tweet kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her jeans.

Hot damn! The panties matched the bra.

“Leave the bra and panties for me,” I told her, throwing a grin and a cocked eyebrow her way.

I crawled on top of her and immediately crashed my lips into hers. Moving one hand behind her, I unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side. I broke the kiss, licking my way down to her breasts. I took one of the hard nipples into my mouth, sucking on it while I massaged the other breast. Tweet’s fingers curled tighter into my hair the harder I sucked.

Pulling away, I said, “I can’t get enough of your body, baby.”

A low growl escaped her as I placed open-mouth kisses across her chest and then wrapped my lips around her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. I was trying to make this last as long as possible, but the fact was that if I didn’t get inside of her in the next few seconds I was going to explode.

“Noah, I need you inside of me.”

That’s my girl. We know each other’s body so well.

My lips moved down between her breasts to her stomach when suddenly it hit me.

“Fuuuuuck,” I mumbled against her skin.

“Oh god, yes,” she moaned.

“I can’t.”

“What’s wrong?”

I glanced up at her to see her glancing down at me. “I didn’t bring any condoms.”

“Front pocket of my jeans,” she said, dropping her head back on the bed. I rolled off of her and grabbed her jeans, finding the condom. “There’s an entire box in the suitcase.”

“Suitcase?” I asked while dropping my boxers.

“I packed a suitcase. It’s in the closet. Noah, I’m so not in the mood to talk luggage right now.”

I rolled the condom on and got back to business. Hooking my fingers under the waistband of her panties, I slid them down her legs. Positioning myself between her thighs, I rocked into her. Our eyes locked. Sweat coated our skin. Tweet’s arms and legs gripped my body as my movements sped up. Moans and a squeaky bed filled the air. A wave of convulsions took over our bodies as the throbbing inside of her intensified and we came at the same time.


The next morning I got up early and left to pick up my original Valentine gift for Tweet. When I returned to the room she was still sound asleep, lying on her side, her hair draped over the pillow behind her. To say last night was incredible would be an understatement. We spent the time making love, sleeping, and eating. Repeatedly. She had given me the best Valentine gift I could have asked for. Her. Us.

I placed her gift on the nightstand and crawled into bed beside her. Leaning down, I skimmed the shell of her ear with my lips and whispered, “Wake up sexy.”

Her eyes stayed closed but a huge grin appeared across her beautiful face. “Mmm…mornin’. Let me sleep a little longer. You gave me quite a workout last night.”

I chuckled. “I have your gift.”

Tweet’s eyes shot open and her head popped off of the pillow. She scanned the room before her gaze found me. “You got me a gift?” Excitement was in her expression and tone.

“Of course I got you a gift. I’m the boyfriend now.”

She leaned toward me and kissed the corner of my mouth. “Yes you are and a mighty fine one at that.”

“Hmmm…minty fresh.” I looked at her confused.

“I may have gotten up before you got back and brushed my teeth,” she confessed.

“And here I thought you didn’t even notice I was gone.”

“You know I can’t sleep when your sexy arms aren’t wrapped around me.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds, both knowing what the other was thinking. Tweet and I didn’t need words to communicate. We never did.

“When is checkout?” I asked, glancing from her eyes to her mouth. I wanted her so badly right then. Who was I kidding, I always wanted her.

“In an hour,” she said.

“If I do to you what I want, then I don’t think there’ll be time for your gift before we have to leave. I want to go slow and long.”

“Yeah, slow and long,” she said dreamily.

Clearing my throat, I said, “Gift time,” breaking our trance.

Tweet sat up straight in bed, letting the sheet fall to her waist. She was wearing one of my T-shirts she had packed. I got up, grabbed her gift, and sat back down facing her.

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers when she saw the huge arrangement of red roses in the crystal vase. “Oh Noah they’re gorgeous. I love them. I love you. Thank you.”

Resting the vase on the bed, I held it between us. She buried her nose in the flowers and inhaled deeply. As she pulled back she had a curious look on her face.

“The flowers have tiny scraps of paper pinned to them. What are they?” she asked.

“Take one and read it,” I instructed.

She plucked the paper from one of the stems. Her face lit up when she read what was written down. “It’s our birthday.” She smiled over the flowers at me as she picked up another piece of paper. “This is the date of our first Lifehouse concert.” I could see the tears building in her eyes as recognition hit them. “These are all special dates to us.”

“Yeah,” I answered in a low voice.

She grabbed another piece of paper. “This one is the date of our first kiss, freshmen year in high school.”

“The greatest first kiss in the history of first kisses, baby.”

Tears were now streaming down her cheeks. She reached in for another scrap of paper. She read the date and confusion crossed her face. She sat in silence for a several seconds trying to remember the significance of that date.

Looking up at me, embarrassed, she asked, “I’m sorry. I don’t remember what happened on this date. We were twelve years old.” She turned the paper in my direction.

I didn’t need to read the date. I already knew which one it was. Never taking my eyes off of her, I said, “It’s the date I stopped loving you and fell in love with you.”

Twisting her body, she placed the vase back on the nightstand. When she turned back she launched herself into my arms, knocking me back on the bed. She showered me with kisses all over my face. Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I did a full blown belly laugh.

“You are the most wonderful, most thoughtful, sweetest man in the entire world.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day Tweet.” I smiled up at her.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Noah.” She smiled down at me.

My hands slid up her naked thighs, up under her T-shirt, landing on her hips. She began to rock back and forth. Her hands were planted on either side of my head. Leaning down she sucked on my bottom lip before her tongue slid into my mouth. The kiss was deep and slow.

After several seconds Tweet pulled away from the kiss. “This is the best first Valentine’s Day in the history of Valentine’s Days.”

“Yeah. You know if we keep going, we’re going to be late for checkout.”

“Screw checkout. I’ll pay for another night.”

That’s my girl.

The End

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About The Author

Alison was born and raised in Charleston, SC. As a child she would create (write) additional scenes to TV shows and movies that she watched. She attended Winthrop University and graduated with a major in Theater. While at school she began writing one act plays which she later produced. Throughout the years she continued writing and producing several one act plays, but then life got in the way and she hung up her pen for a while. At the end of 2012 a very talented author friend convinced Alison to go back to writing and see what happens.  So she did and fell back in love with it.  Present Perfect will be Alison’s first self-published book. A few personal facts, Alison loves anything sweet, especially frosting, and is addicted to Diet Pepsi. Alison’s philosophy:   Don’t let your obstacles define you. At times life can get pretty overwhelming, but with a great support system and a lot of humor you can get through them. If you have humor in your life your spirit stays strong and you can tackle anything.

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