Natalie
I sneak out of Noah's room in the early morning. He has already headed out for his run, and my naked feet are pitter-pattering down the stairs.
Somehow, I find my way into the large kitchen. I'm wearing some of the new clothes Noah bought for me—a t-shirt with a cat playing guitar and a pair of leggings. It's basic but comfortable.
I search the cabinets for a coffee cup, feeling out of place since this is my first morning at the mansion. Noah told me to make myself at home before he left for his run. So I'm trying to ignore the awkwardness of rummaging through his fridge.
And damn, the jock boy got some serious buffet goodies inside his fridge!
There are chocolate puddings, yogurt, cheese, and juices of different fruit and flavors. Leftover pancakes and a whole sea of sandwic
