Chapter 2
In the evening, after my shower, Noah had already saved a spot for me on his bed.
I hesitated by the lower bunk, but he pulled me over, positioning me between his legs.
Taking my towel, he started drying my hair for me.
Our roommates didn’t react to this scene at all–they were completely used to it by now.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about what Dylan had told me.
I pressed my lips together, gathering my courage before saying, “Noah, I think I should sleep in my own bed from now on.”
The moment I finished speaking, the room fell dead silent. Even the roommate who had just lost his game stopped cursing. The only sound was the air conditioner humming.
Noah’s hand froze mid–motion. He turned my face toward him, his expression severe as he frowned at me.
“Why would you suddenly say that? Did someone say something to you?”
I shook my head, not mentioning Dylan’s name.
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“I just don’t think it’s appropriate. And I can dry my hair myself from now on. There are many things I can do on my own.”
As I spoke, I lowered
my
head.
Noah’s brows furrowed deeply, his gaze cold enough to kill.
He had never been this angry with me before.
Everyone said Noah’s temper had improved considerably since we started hanging out.
I’d never seen him this furious, and it frightened me.
After a long moment of silence, Noah remained motionless. I trembled as I tried to take back my towel.
He grabbed both my hands with one of his, while roughly drying my hair with the other.
When he finished, he tossed the towel onto the desk and pulled me down onto the bed with him.
Noah held me tightly against him, leaving no space between us.
I tried to shift slightly, but he only held me tighter.
I could barely breathe.
“Don’t move. I’m very angry right now, so I don’t know what I might do,” he said in a deep voice, cold as ice.
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I didn’t dare move again.
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I barely slept that night, only drifting off in the early morning hours.
When I woke up, it was already noon.
Noah’s face was grim, with a cut at the corner of his mouth.
“Come eat,” he said.
I quickly washed up and joined him, afraid to make him angry again.
It wasn’t until the afternoon that I discovered who he had fought with.
Dylan sat in his seat with a bruised face, glaring at me venomously.
He probably thought I had told Noah about our conversation.
If I had actually snitched, I wouldn’t be walking on eggshells around Noah now. The cold aura surrounding him constantly reminded me of how displeased he was.
That evening after my shower, I was torn.
If I ignored him and climbed into my own bed, I suspected Noah would beat me like he had beaten Dylan.
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But if I continued sleeping in his bed, everything I’d said earlier would seem foolish.
I stood by the bed, drying my hair.
Noah lazily scrolled through his phone, but his eyes were fixed on me like a predator watching its prey.
When he wasn’t smiling, his eyes naturally turned downward. Combined with his sharp facial features, he looked intimidating.
It was only eight in the evening, but all our roommates had already gone to bed.
I could clearly sense their eyes secretly glancing in our direction.
The moment I placed my hand on the ladder railing, Noah’s gaze turned fierce and sharp.
I silently withdrew my hand and changed direction, walking toward Noah’s bed instead.
Noah’s expression softened.
I had barely lain down beside him when he immediately pressed against me, holding me tight.
His head nuzzled against my ear and neck.
It felt both numb and ticklish.
I tilted my head slightly away.
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He suddenly bit my ear angrily and said with displeasure, “Don’t you dare avoid me!”
I silently turned back.
Satisfied, he began licking the earlobe he had just bitten.
His licking sent electric shocks through my body, making me tremble uncontrollably, but I didn’t dare turn away again.
Only when he grew tired of licking my earlobe did I finally relax my
tense nerves.
He pressed against my ear and said in a husky voice, “You’re lucky you didn’t sleep in the top bunk. Otherwise…”
His hand slowly moved over my waist, giving it a gentle squeeze.
He didn’t finish his sentence, but I could hear the threat in his tone. My whole body shook like a leaf.
He slowly withdrew his hand and tucked the blanket around me.
I didn’t dare ask what would have happened “otherwise.”
I had a vague feeling the consequences would have been more than I could bear.
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