Chapter 36: As long as it’s over, it’s over
In the coming days, I tried to be as ’friendly’ as I could towards Noah. Since my elbow was finally healed, I was able to take on the kitchen again.
I cooked a feast for as many times as I needed and dragged him along with me to go on strolls.
It was great and peaceful and even if Noah didn’t like the idea of exposing himself when he didn’t have his memories, he did not complain for long and began to enjoy our walks and small talk.
Sure, he buried his humble character and acted quite hard to deal with but I found this Noah much more tolerable than the one who would try his best to evade my privacy in order to ’help’ me and that version of him that didn’t care what I was doing, acting like I didn’t exist and moving like a programmed robot.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and there was no sign of Noah’s rut, which he was so worried about.
In fact, we had become quite compatible roommates, and we ended up having movie nights at times.
The house was no longer gloomy and quiet. I shaved my face clean, allowing my youthful, atchew, nature to shine forth.
Ahem, a guy of 31 was still a youth so no need to be like that.
In any case, Noah and I seemed... Compatible but he always slept in the living room, never giving me a reason as to why he couldn’t come to the room.
Was he afraid I would jump him? Well, I would never. If anything, I should be the one worrying about his old sleeping habit that had strangely not surfaced ever since I got out of the hospital.
I wonder if he got it under control or if it had something to do with his rut that refused to come even after so long.
Well, why do I care? As long as it’s over, it’s over.
"Hey, Noah, let’s go grab a few things from the supermart," I called out to Noah, who was in the laundry room, and he nodded.
"Hold on for a moment, let me finish up here first." He said and I stared at him. He was wearing a white shirt with its sleeves rolled up completely and turned into a sleeveless shirt.
His sweat was glistening on his beautiful muscles and I grinned.
He had his back against me, so defenselessly broad, and so tempting to grab.
I sneaked up to him, planning to grab him and force him to piggyback me, but he noticed again and turned around, allowing me to fall straight to the floor and hit my chin.
"Ouch," I groaned in pain.
Every time I thought he was defenseless and that it was the perfect opportunity to jump him, he just so happened to notice and get out of the way.
That werewolf instinct of his was no joke.
’I almost bit my tongue,’ I complained inwardly as I rubbed my bruised chin. ’Does he have to be so cruel every time? Why can’t he just give in and give me a ride on his back? He’s got enough strength to do so.’
"When will you stop this childishness?" he asked and I pouted my lips, throwing my face away.
Probably the moment I finally get him to give in.
Seeing I wasn’t going to answer, he sighed, flung a small towel over his shoulder, and carried the bucket of clothes he took out of the washing machine.
I watched him walk towards the balcony to hang the clothes and I sighed.
Those nice muscles on his arms, why won’t he just let me touch them for once?
The last time he let me come close enough to touch his arms was a few weeks back. Then, he figured out my intentions and started avoiding contact with me.
I got up from the floor and dusted my body.
He was great at doing house chores now. After so many lessons, I didn’t need to be there to teach him how to use the washing machine, how to squeeze the clothes till it was time to dry them, or how to do the dishes without breaking a few.
I’d say I raised him well, huhuhu.
This rich Alpha had now learned the ways of the laymen.
"Shouldn’t you get ready if we’re going to pick up something from the Mart?" He asked, cleaning his hands with the towel he had flung on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I should go out something on." I said and started heading out but before walking out, I glanced back at him to watch him as he mopped the floor dry.
A titter escaped my lips.
I don’t know why but I feel so proud when seeing him like this.
We finally made our way out of the house and Noah asked,
"Did you carry the list?" I glanced at my side where he was walking and found him stretching his arms.
"Yeah, I did." I said and quickly looked away.
There was something I had noticed after our few months of staying together in ’harmony’, I was strangely attracted to Noah’s actions.
Well, I mean, he’s a big guy with a nice toned body, tanned skin, and a handsome face. His indifference was also hot. I didn’t know I had a thing for cold guys but after meeting this version of Noah, I think I’m swooning.
I could feel my body shaking just thinking about how manly he was.
It’s not like I’m in love with him or anything, but I’d say this attraction is normal. I’m gay, am I not supposed to be attractive to such a handsome and hot guy living with me?
"Micheal," Noah asked, his face suddenly peering closely in front of mine and I blinked, surprised. He was wearing his nose mask and hood but I could still see his face clearly, his eyes specifically, because of how close he was.
What was going on?
I thought he was standing beside me but he was in front of me, his upper body tilted down so his face could be on the same level as mine.
"W-w-what are you doing?" I asked and he said,
"I called you a couple of times but your mind seemed to have left your body. I tried shaking you but it was no use either."
Ah, so that was why my body was shaking, and not because I was swooning.
