55

NOAH

"And did you see? I even hit a really good one once." She says happily. The corner of my mouth twitches up for a moment, then I look down at her. "Once in twenty isn't enough. As long as it took you to get a good shot, you would be been killed twenty times." I answer briefly and open the door of my room.

"You are so mean. That was my first time. It was good for the first time and you can say what you want. I'll bet you I did even better than you on your first shots."

Keep on dreaming...

"I grew up a criminal, sweetie... so believe me when I tell you my shots were definitely better. If it wasn't for them, I would be dead by now."

She can really get on your nerves. She talks shit a lot. Hopefully that will stop with time. I prefer it quiet and don't like it when someone talks.

"Nevertheless, it was good. i was awesome You should praise me a little more, that will motivate me to do better. Furthermore..."

She should shut up. Slightly annoyed, I grab her and pull her towards me. I press my lips to hers and push her against the wall. She really talks too much. She gently runs her right hand into my hair and immediately responds. I hold her against me and slide my tongue into her mouth. Finally she shuts up.

She's good at kissing...really. Just as I'm about to break up with her again, she grabs my shirt and sighs softly. She seems to like it.

I slowly walk with her into my or our room and slam the door behind me.

"You seem to like that, don't you?" I ask with a smile. She pauses. When she realizes what she just did, she immediately lets go of me and takes a few steps back.

"Er... that wasn't fair. You literally ambushed me. Not very gentleman like."

gentlemen ?

"Do I look like a shitty gentleman to you?" I ask, laughing, and take off my shoes, socks, and shirt. Probably not.

"You are talking too much. If you don't want me to kiss you, then you should shut up. you liked it didn't you ? You can tell right away if you like something or not. Your sigh gives you away very quickly. You probably wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't." She swallows and looks at me.

"I have to do what you tell me..." she talks her way out and looks at the bed. "Where do I sleep?" she asks me softly.

As if that's not clear. You already know the answer. I immediately point to the bed and then open my pants.

"I don't like fabric, so take your clothes off."

I hate sleeping with clothes on and neither will she. She nods uncertainly and bites her lower lip. "Completely?" It comes back from her.

"You can leave your underwear on. I also mostly leave my boxers on, but the rest should go." I find it weird when people sleep in their clothes. I don't know why I find it weird, but I think you should sleep naked or in your underwear. And to be honest.... with a woman like Mirella one likes to see a bit more skin.

I smile and bite my lower lip as she turns away from me and begins to undress.

"Mirella...I'll see you in a moment either way, so how about you just turn around...and undress?" There's no point in me...hiding. I see her anyway.

Shaking my head, I take off my pants and then go to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

"By the way, your things have already arrived and been put away. They are in the closet on the right and your cosmetics are here in the bathroom." I call out to her once and look at the make-up and the perfumes.

So shit a lot of branded stuff. Her clothes are all good brands too. How can she afford something like that when her dad is so poor? She doesn't go to work... doesn't even have a degree. Then how can she buy underwear from Calvin Klein and afford perfume from One Million, Dolce and Gabbana and so many other brands?

"Is my toothbrush here too?" she suddenly asks from behind me. My gaze darts to her bra for a moment, then I look her in the eye again and nod. I hand it to her and continue brushing my teeth.

After I've done that too, I rinse my mouth out and look over at her. She also rinses her mouth, puts down her toothbrush and looks at me.

"What?" she asks snippy.

"Retract your claws, tiger, and sit on the sink.

"How so ?"

Can she do what I tell her? "Just do it, damn it."

Man, can she maybe piss on you. Always these counter-questions. It's frustrating. She looks at me skeptically for a moment and then does as I tell her. Go then ! Why not like that?