(thank you @xharleenEYDx for the new cover <3)

Lei's POV

I wake up to the sounds of birds singing and sunshine coming through my window. I roll over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. Was last night a dream or did it actually happen? I look over and open space greets me instead of Noah's pretty face and I feel my heart sink a little bit.

Surprisingly my head doesn't hurt one bit and I'm grateful for the minimal amount of alcohol I had the night before. Maybe only drinking enough to get buzzed is what I should stick too, not getting fully drunk. That way I barely have a hangover the next day.

I look to the alarm clock on my bedside table and it reads 12:42 pm. I groan and roll to my side the urge to stay in bed and sleep the day away is strong. But I know how bad I'll feel if that's all I do today so I sit up and stretch my arms.

I change into a pair of gray sweatpant shorts and a black tank top. I pull my hair up and brush my teeth, immediately feeling a little better. I grab my phone and plug it in to charge it.

I walk out of my room and into the kitchen. I'm hit with a wave of waffle scent and I feel my heart grow when I walk into the kitchen to see shirtless Noah cooking. His back muscles make me want to commit sin as they contract and relax with his every move.

Thank you, God.

"Who's the stalker now?" Noah spins around with a grin on his face, catching me gazing at him. I probably looked like a fish.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I walk over to the fridge next to him and pull out the milk. I open the cabinet and pull out a glass, I fill it halfway and walk to the island.

"Sure you don't," he smirks at me and hands me a plate with a waffle, "here's your waffle. Enjoy."

"Thanks, Noah."

I dig into the waffle and it's great. Just what I need every morning, life would be better if I could have a waffle every day. It would be amazing if I could see Noah shirtless everyday, too.

"You're welcome, Angel," he smiles at me and I feel a blush grace my cheeks. Hopefully he doesn't notice. He begins to walk out of the kitchen, waffle in hand.

"Where are you going?" I ask him and he glances back at me his green eyes meeting mine.

"My room, do you want to join me?"

I hop off of the stool next to the island and grab my waffle.

"Of course, I do," I smile and he mirrors it. He leads us through the living room and to the hallway. We walk into his room he sits down on his desks chair and I sit down on his bed.

Nothing has changed from the last time I was in his room. It's still clean, looks not lived in and everything is in the exact same place. His bookshelf of mystery books call me, asking to be read. 

We eat in silence and I busy myself by looking around the room that I've basically already memorized. I feel Noah's eyes watching me but I can't bring myself to look at him because if I do I won't be able to stop looking at him. 

"I enjoyed last night," his deep voice fills the emptiness, "all of it." 

This statement brings me to look at him. He fidgets in his seat when I bring my eyes to him. He runs a hand down the side of his face, something he does when he's nervous. His gorgeous green eyes look at me with questions, questions I'll only know if he asks them. His brown hair is messy and I have to force myself to stay sitting on the bed. God only knows what I would do if I let myself get closer to Noah.

"I did, too," I confide and Noah visibly relaxes into his seat. 

We continue eating our waffles and when mine is gone I set my plate on the bedside table and lay down on Noah's bed, breathing in his scent, which has recently become my favorite. Noah taps his foot rapidly on the ground.

"Can you stop that? It's kind of annoying." 

His foot stops tapping and instead he twiddles his thumbs. Who actually twiddles their thumbs? What the hell? What is he so nervous about? Maybe I'm right about my alien hypothesis and he's nervous I'm going to find out his secret. 

"It's okay, Noah. Your secret is safe with me." I chuckle and he stops all movement. His eyes stare at me, wide as saucers and I laugh at his reaction. What a funny guy.

"What secret?" his voice, high and he breathes faster than normal. His fingers tap on the desk and I shake my head, laughing.

"The secret that you're actually an alien. Here to set Spencer up with Emma Watson, duh," I say sarcastically and smile at Noah.

"Oh, yeah. That's definitely it, you caught me," his voice returns to normal and he slouches into his chair, leaning his head back. He must think the ceiling is very interesting.

"Lei?" 

Noah stands up hesitantly from his chair and walks over to where I am on his bed. He sits down next to me and the bed dips. His eye lashes flutter as he scans my face, his eyes land on my lips and suddenly I'm wide awake. I feel like I drank six cans of RedBull. I sit up a little straighter and lean into him slightly. I didn't even realize I hadn't responded yet.

"Yes?" I keep my eyes on his eyes and he looks up at me. He drinks in my emotion and I feel myself melt into a puddle right there.

"Do you want to go on a date with me? Tonight?" 

Noah Williams, just asked me to go on a date with him. Stalker, just asked me to go on a date with him. My hot freaking roommate asked me to go on a date with him. There must be pigs flying somewhere today. I drag myself out of my trance.

"Yes, I'd love to."

His face splits into a grin and he hugs me, with so much force he knocks me down on the bed. I giggle at his reaction and he grins back, his face mere inches away from my own as he lays on top of me. 

"I don't know if I've told you before, but I kind of like you," he whispers into my ear and I feel his warm breath. It makes me shiver and my toes curl. 

"Oh really? I didn't know that," I whisper back and I hope it doesn't sound as stupid as I think it did. 

"Want me to show you how much I like you?" He murmurs against my neck and my body responds and I tilt my head back giving him more access. I feel my heartbeat speed up and there's a pounding against my ribcage. 

"Yes, plea-"

The door to Noah's room bursts open, Spencer walks in. He apparently got ahold of a key and he's been visiting more and more since Noah moved in. It's almost like he lives here too. 

"NOAH YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO BELIEVE-" he cuts himself short when he sees me pushing Noah off of me and onto the floor. He gapes at us, unable to speak he points from Noah to me and back to Noah, he sputters.

"OH MY GOD, ARE Y'ALL FUCKING?" Spencer yells loud enough for even China to hear and I hold my head in my hands. Spencer holds me by my arms and shakes me, squealing in delight. Noah sits on the floor, in shock, I guess.

"I can't wait to tell everyone that we have another wedding to plan!" He pulls out his phone and before I can snatch it away, Noah does.

"There's nothing going on and don't tell anyone anything," Noah demands and Spencer rolls his eyes.

"Please, don't lie to yourself. Y'all were going to fuck if I didn't walk through that door."

"No, we weren't," I interject, "Were going on a date, but that's it. No need to blow it out of proportion."

"Uh huh," Spencer nods his head, "whatever you say. I won't tell anyone the secret. Just give my my phone back, Noah."

"You promise?" I ask him and he looks at me with utmost seriousness. 

"Yes."

Spencer never breaks promises, ever. That's why I completely believe him. Noah looks at me for confirmation to give Spencer his phone back and I nod. He hands the phone back to Spencer. 

"Oh, my god. Look at the time, I'm late for work," Spencer gives me a hug and then gives Noah a bro hug. He leaves as quickly as he came. Dang.

We stand in silence, unsure of what to do now. The mood is gone now, but that doesn't mean I don't want Noah's lips on my neck. But there will be plenty of time for that in the future, maybe. 

"I'm going to take a shower, be ready to leave at 5," Noah says and he walks towards the door of his room. He pauses and looks back at me, he looks like a model. 

"Wear something fancy, I'm going to treat you right. No IHOP dinner tonight."

With that he leaves me in his room, contemplating how I got myself here. How did I get so lucky? This better not be a joke or I'm going to murder someone. I fall back on his bed, thinking about the possible dresses and outfits I could wear. I need to take a shower. I want to curl my hair.

I sit up, about to walk out of the room and go borrow Adrian's shower but something catches my eye. One of Noah's mystery books, on one of the higher shelves. It's binding is broken down more than the others, probably meaning he reads it the most. I stand on my tip-toes and pull it out of the shelf. 

A Cold Trail by Robert Dugoni

I barely open the book and something falls out of it. I crouch down, it's money. A hundred dollar bill just fell out of this book. Does he use money as bookmarks? I open the book all the way I feel my eyes widen. The words, sentences and pages have been cut out of the book. Instead of that there's cash, rings and a watch.

What the hell?

...

ik, i suck. i didn't have any motivation after that last chapter bcuz it was so good i feel like everything else i'll write will be crappy, but it already is, so what am i saying?

anyways i had zero motivation

but i did it :) pls enjoy

'til next time (hopefully sooner), haylizzle

(ps that is an actual mystery book, i just liked the name so i used it)