Argument

Noah his pov,

Noah was wide awake staring at the ceiling. “I am not that desperate,” he said to Lola. Well, fuck he was that desperate. All he wanted to do was run to her room, take her in his arms and kiss her. The image of her walking around in his shirt burned in his mind. He turned and twisted for hours before exhaustion finally caught up with him.

The next morning, he took a shower and draped a towel over his hips when he was done. He walked out of the bathroom and bumped into Lola. He had to wrap his arms around her to make sure she wouldn’t fall. She was pressed against his bare chest which was still burning hot from the shower. She quickly pushed him away with red cheeks and said, “Watch where you are going.”

He noticed she was still wearing his shirt, “Sorry Lola. I see you became rather attached to my shirt.”

She looked down and her face became even redder, “It was just comfortable to sleep in, okay?”

She pulled the shirt over her head and threw it at him. She was now standi