I smiled while his lips stayed in contact with mine as he walked forward, making me walk back until my legs hit the bed. I steadied myself before I stumbled back and he grabbed my waist, pulling me closer.

"Bella," he mumbled against my lips.

"Hmm?" I asked, still not breaking the kiss. He pulled away, his hands firmly planted on my waist. "What?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I'm falling," he whispered.

"Again," I chuckled. He rolled his eyes. "You know it, don't you? Harry?" I prompted.

"Styles," he nodded, "But that's not what I'm saying," he laughed.

"Then?" I chuckled.

"Bella, I'm falling for... you."

I chuckled, "Are you serious? It hasn't even been that long," I stated, brushing his hair back.

"I'm dead serious. I don't know what's wrong with me or what the hell has gotten into me, but I can't get enough of you," he explained, tucking my hair behind my ear slowly.

"Hmm?" I arched an eyebrow at him, biting back a smile.

"I want you more every day, is it wrong that I feel this way so fast?" he chuckled.

I shook my head in response, smiling. "It's not wrong. I don't even think it's weird. It's just... fast. That's all it is," I whispered.

"You sure?"

I nodded, "Positive." I went up on my toes to kiss him again but he pulled back.

"D-do you feel the same way? I mean-"

"Yes, Noah. I do feel the same way. Please let me kiss you at the moment, don't ruin it," I chuckled, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his lips down to meet mine. He pulled my waist closer till our bodies were pressed together. "I'm gonna fall," I chuckled.

"I'll catch you," he mumbled, pushing my hair behind my shoulders before he started trailing kisses down my jaw, to my neck.

"Noah, I'm going to fall," I chuckled.

He clicked his tongue before turning us around and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at me. "Now you can't fall, hmm?" He lifted a sharp eyebrow at me.

"Hmm," I nodded, looking down at him. "Go to sleep," I said while throwing my hair in a ponytail.

"No," he shook his head, grabbing my waist and pulling me down so I was straddling him. I rested my hands on his shoulders, looking down at him. I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something but he didn't, and neither did I. We sort of just stared at each other.

"What?" I whispered, brushing his hair back.

"Fucking hell, you're gorgeous," he mumbled.

I grinned, ignoring the heated blush that crept up my neck to my cheeks. I held either side of his face, brushing my thumbs across his cheeks. I pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his left cheek, then his right, then he stuck his lips out. I chuckled, kissing him slowly. I pulled away and looked down at him, peppering kisses on his lips for a while. "Go to sleep, hmm?"

"No," he shook his head with a lazy smile dancing on his lips.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I..." He kissed me. "Want to..." He kissed me again. "Kiss you more."

"No," I shook my head. He frowned, leaning up to kiss me again. I pulled back, laughing. "Noah," I said warningly. I faced the ceilings, avoiding our lips meeting. He grabbed either side of my face and tried pulling my lips down to his but I was looking straight up.

He kissed my neck in a way that it tickled. I squealed, looking down and he seized the opportunity and kissed me. "Noah," I grunted against his lips, trying to push him off while biting back a laugh. He lay back, pulling me with him so I lay on top of him. I pulled away enough to look at him and I realized I've never felt such a strong want for a person. Or desire. I really wanted him.

He raised his eyebrows at me expectantly, making me realize that I was staring.

"I really want you right now," I mumbled.

He shook his head softly, "It's too soon."

"I don't care," I replied.

"I do." He kissed me softly. "I want you too. I just want it to be special," he whispered.

"Noah, it can't get more special than this. We're in Vegas and we're falling in love." He stared at me, almost in awe and admiration. "It can't get more special. Unless you're thinking of birthday sex," I shrugged.

He laughed, kissing me hastily right after that. He turned us around so he was on top and we made out for a little while.

Within fifteen minutes, his shirt was off, my shirt was off, that left me in my bra, I already had a few hickeys on my neck, he has one or two on his. "Bella, you don't think it's too soon?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows, hovering over me.

I shook my head, "I really don't. I told you that I trust you," I answered, "And I really do."

"You really want this? Are you sure?"

"I couldn't be more sure than I am, Noah," I replied with a small smile. "But I don't want you to do it if you're not ready to either. If you think we should wait, I can wait," I said.

"You'll wait?" he asked.

"Definitely," I responded.

He stared at me for a while, biting his bottom lip in thought and concentration. "I want to be able to tell you that I love you when we do it. And I can't say that yet. Can you really wait?" he asked.

I pulled his lips down to mine in a slow and gentle kiss. "I can wait for you, I promise," I whispered, "I don't wanna force you to do something you aren't convinced to do, hmm? I will wait, you have my word," I explained.

"Kissing should do until then, right?" he smirked, leaning down and placing kisses on my jaw and neck.

"Right," I laughed.

I woke up the next morning completely cuddled up to Noah. We talked for a really long time last night after all the making out, that too about the most random stuff and if I remember correctly, we dozed off while talking itself.

I've never had so much fun with a guy. Noah really is just something else and I couldn't be more grateful for coming to Vegas. What I'm not very grateful for right now is that day after tomorrow, we're leaving.

We're going back. We have to face the music. We have to face reality. And the reality for me is that I may not ever see Noah again after this summer ends because he may go off to Berkley, and I may not. I don't plan on prolonging the talk I need to have with my parents. I want to do it the minute I get back home.

If this summer is the only thing I have with Noah Hudson, then I want to know, and I want to make the most of it.

His eyes opened moments later while I stared at him. He caught me red-handed. "I dreamed of you," he mumbled while pulling me closer.

I lay on my side, tracing his eyebrow lightly with my finger while he lay on his stomach, one arm draped over my waist, the other under his pillow. "I dreamed of you too," I whispered.

He smiled lazily and sleepily, "Did you really?" he asked.

"No," I chuckled, "But I wish I did."

"Dirty dreams?" he laughed.

"Hmm," I hummed in amusement, "You have no idea."

His eyes snapped open and he looked straight at me. "You can't act so seductive in the morning," he said.

I lifted an eyebrow at him, very amused and enlightened. "You don't mean that," I retorted.

"I really don't," he mumbled, pulling me even closer.

I smiled tracing circles on his shoulder blade while he lay there with his eyes closed for a while. My eyes fell to the hickey on his neck, there were two but one was already fading and not too visible. The other one, however...

He sighed, lying on his side as well so his body faced mine as he opened his eyes, staring at me. "You look really pretty in the mornings, it makes waking up next to you quite addicting," he said, tucking my hair behind my ear. His voice was hoarse and almost scratchy but not quite. It was sexy.

"I think we should sleep in your room until we head back home. Or else you'd be paying for nothing," I smiled.

"I don't care where it is, I just want you there," he mumbled, blinking slowly. I was looking at his eyes and the way they shone with the sun peeking through the blinds. His eyes were trained on my neck in a specific spot that his finger traced with a feather's touch. "Are you gonna hide or cover that?" he asked, looking up, his eyes connecting with mine.

I didn't know what answer he wanted and then I realized I shouldn't be thinking of that. My answer is what he was asking for.

"No," I shook my head, "I'm not gonna hide it."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his lips pulling into a small, adorable pout. "Why not?" he questioned.

"It's not something to hide. And I bet you're pretty proud," I teased.

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