“Can we at least talk about this?” Noah was sulking, as he followed Elena to their room.
“No” Elena told him, shutting the door in his face before he could enter the room.
Noah entered the room anyway. “My room too,” he told her, sticking his tongue out at her.
She rolled her eyes and sat on the bed with her notebook. She loved to journal. Something most people didn’t know about her. Something Noah did know and he respected her privacy. Sighing as he watched her pick up her journal, he took off his shirt. Elena peeked at him out of the corner of her eye. He looked good. But not now. She was angry.
Noah removed his pants and puttered around the room in his boxer briefs. Elena was struggling to focus but pointedly kept the pen in her hand and focused on the paper in front of
