"Home sweet home!" Noah chimed as he punched in the security codes. "Ah...finally!"
"Finally," I muttered, walking inside as he bolted the door. Only I knew how good to it felt to use that word. I don't think I have ever been so relieved about anything in my life before.
"Should I order take out?" Noah inquired, flopping down on the couch and switching on the flat screen. It was early in the evening when we got back and Noah was grunting all along how hungry he was.
"Sure," I shrugged, dragging my bag to his room. "I am going to take a shower," I marveled at how natural it felt like we have been living together for years.
"Okay," He nodded, his eyes glued to the television. Whatever in hell was he watching?
Grabbing a bathrobe and towel, I climbed into the shower which instantly
