Romans & histoires Cool Book Nooks

I took in the sight of Noah’s warm and welcoming apartment. The walls were painted cream and there was a couch of the same color, only a one or two shades darker. A brown table stood in front of it, three books piled neatly on it. I was not much of a reader but admired those who loved to get whisked to unknown lands by books. Three art frames were pinned to the wall, right above the couch. I admired the beautiful lamp on a stool near the couch. You could see the kitchen area with everything in order. Had Noah arranged everything because I was coming over or was he always like that? I hoped I’d have the chance to find out some day.

I wanted to make her first time, our first time, special and tonight was not the night. I lifted her down from the counter top and showed her the rest of the rooms downstairs. I'd save the upstairs for another day. My sunken living room with its comfy couches for watching TV on the 100" screen hanging above the stone fireplace that was rarely used. A game room complete with darts and a pool table. My salt water fish tank took up one whole wall. Plus, I had an indoor greenhouse with all manner of plants and fauna. I have quite a green thumb most of the time.

Soft rugs were scattered around in different shapes that were playful, comforting. Against the far wall, a reading nook had been built with shelves filled from top to bottom. Picture books for the little ones, novels of all kinds for the older ones. Damn near every topic that you could think of. Fiction, non-fiction, manga, history, lore, etc. A huge, cushioned bench wrapped along the windows, covered in pillows so fluffy even I wanted to curl up on them.

“You gonna rat us out, trouble?” The nickname hit different this time—no teasing, just heat. My pulse kicked hard against my ribs. Before I could answer, Jax came thundering back down the stairs. “Yo! Master bedroom has a jacuzzi tub the size of a small car. And there’s a whole wine fridge. We’re living like kings, boys!” Lena squealed from somewhere in the kitchen. “There’s a rooftop deck too! With a hot tub!” Noah raised his beer in a mock toast. “To Aaron, the best friend we never asked permission from.”

"And the bed would be really soft. And there'd be silly portraits of us making faces at the camera and we'd update my collection every year. We could even make our own calendar. Yeah, we could call it 12 months of Llock" "You watch too much Nickelodeon, I'm putting you on a strict Netflix diet" "Its your subscription after all" "Anything else" "There'd be a bookshelf and one of the books would be fake like in a movie and when you move it, it'll lead to a mini library that can be the panic room too" "You'll get it for sure", he said pecking my cheek" End of flashback "This is too much", I gushed, my bad slipping off my shoulder as I unknowingly let out a reaction unfit for a simple shock.

Her book nook, favorite chunky knit blanket, and a good book were calling her name. Claire stepped into her room and just took a deep breath. The light gray walls with the white furniture helped open up the small space and the two floor-to-ceiling windows helped bring in the natural light from outside. She loved the clean and crisp feel of her room, it was relaxing. Her “book nook” was just a spot in front of the windows and a massive gray bean bag chair. She grabbed her latest book obsession, her white chunky knit blanket, and plopped into her spot.

On one side of the room was a spacious closet, which I assumed housed a vast collection of designer clothes and accessories. He had a little bookshelf next to the floor length dressing mirror, filled with different books on different subjects, their spines slightly worn out and not coated with dust, a clear sign he still reads them. I knew Noah graduated with the best grades but I had no idea he still read. A hot rich nerd, impressive. I've always had a thing for the smart ones. "What are you looking for?" He asked curiously.

On the coffee table, my magazines are spread out in a fan. And tucked in the corner on top of a large, deep bay window, a mirror of my own, is a reading nook: different, but close enough, strung with twinkling Christmas lights glowing a dull orange and creating a cozy ambiance. Pillows, blankets, a little cushion, and my books plus even more, all of them neatly arranged, just the way I'd left them.

--- The next day, we drove to a sleek, high-end furniture store. The polished floors gleam under the bright lights, and the scent of new leather and wood fills the air. It’s overwhelming at first, but Knoxx stays close, his hand lightly resting on the small of my back as we walk through the aisles. “What about this one?” he asks, gesturing to a modern, minimalist bed frame. I wrinkle my nose. “Too cold. It doesn’t feel homey.” He chuckles, nodding. “Fair enough. Let’s keep looking.”

In turn, she quickly drew her thighs together, cheeks reddening as the lady raised a brow in entertainment. “Yeah. It's me, rascal. Want to get out of here or continue pawing the poor girl's coochie?” She asked, her eyes flickering between both of them with her arms akimbo. Immediately Joel's lips curled up in the corner with disgust as he assessed her. “Managed to get some coke in your dream?" Joel asked dryly watching the the lady scrunch her face up confusedly. "You mean coke as in coca-cola? No I don't want a drink, I wanna help-