Chapter 100
Noah opens the door of the car for me, my small hand slipping perfectly into his large one. The door shuts with a thump. He takes me to a cute area, with fairy lights, and photos of us hanging up everywhere. It's so cute. He presses a button on some speaker, and Fall on Me by A Great Big World Plays.
"May I have this dance?" He bows in front of me, and I giggle.
"You may," I reply, a smile gracing my face, and playing along. His hand slips around my waist, one of my hands rests on his shoulder, while our free hands entwine with each other. We dance to the soft tune of the song.
I thought sooner or later
The lights up above
Will come down in circles and guide me to love
But I don't know what's right for me
I cannot see straight
I've been here too long and I don't want to wait for it
Fly like a cannonball, straight to my soul
Tear me to pieces
And make me feel whole
I'm willing to fight for it and carry this weight
But with every step
I keep questioning what it's true
He spins me out and I spin back to him, and he pulls me closer than before. Our lips are a breath away. I'm captured by his intense gaze, his vivid green eyes boring into mine. My skin is alight everywhere. He looks at me, leaving me feeling so bare, stripping down my walls, and looking at me with such vulnerability. My whole body feels like it's on fire. We glide from side to side, our feet softly thumping against the ground.
Fall on me
With open arms
Fall on me
From where you are
Fall on me
With all your light
With all your light
With all your light
The song ends, and we stand there, just loving each other.
"Shanaya," He whispers, and kisses me. It's slow and sweet, and butterflies erupt in my stomach.
"Shanaya." He says again, pulling away from me. My eyes flutter open, and focus on him.
"I need to tell you something."
"Of course. You can tell me anything." I smile at him, and his face softens.
" I know we've been dating for a few months now, and you know I love you. I'm crazy about you. You are the most special person in the world to me. I love everything about you. I love watching crazy cartoon shows with you, I love that we have a beautiful daughter. I love your incredible knack for art, I love your compassion, I love your ability to empathize and make anyone and everyone feel at ease. You are the only person who my heart belongs with. You make me feel alive. You make me want to live. I look forward to every single day because I know that I get to spend it with you, and that I get to come home and hold you every night. I know this is cheesy, but you're the Ladybug of my life." I laugh.
"You're my light, you're my life. I never thought that falling in love would feel so incredible, and I never expected to ever find it. I didn't ever think I'd find love. But then I met you. I know I was a jerk at the beginni-"
"Yes, you were," I say, tears of happiness pricking at the corners of my eyes. He laughs.
"You managed to look past that. You made me into a better person. You showed me the power of happiness and love. You taught me how to love. You taught me that it was okay to let down my guard. You taught me that it's okay to not be okay with everything. You're the only person that I can ever imagine myself with." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a box. Oh my god. Oh my god. Is he going to-
He kneels down on one knee. My hands fly to my mouth. I'm freely crying now. And he says he's not good with words.
"I promise to be the best partner you can ask for. I'm going to do my best to bring a smile to your face every day. I hope that you'll be able to lean on me, and I know that you'll always be there for me. Will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me? We'll get a dog, another house, anything you want. I'll do my best to keep you happy. Will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me?"
I can't speak, I'm so full of emotion. He looks nervous, and I realize I haven't said anything
"Yes. yes. Yes. Yes. Of course I'll marry you!" I whisper, choked up with emotion. My heart overflows with joy. I sob. His face relaxes, before tears leak out of his eyes. He slides a beautiful simple diamond ring on my finger. He picks me up, spinning me around. A laugh bubbles from my throat.
"We're getting married. We're going to get married. Holy fuck, Shanaya, we're going to get married!" Noah says, crying, and setting me down on the ground. He pulls me into a deep kiss, just filled with our love for each other. He pulls away, his knuckles skimming across my cheek, and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. He turns facing the ocean.
"SHE SAID YES!!!" He screams.
"SHE SAID YES! I'M GETTING MARRIED!!! I'M GETTING MARRIED!!! I'M GETTING MARRIED TO SHANAYA!" Noah yells. I laugh, tears still rolling down my face. His hands hold my cheeks, brushing away my tears. I wiped away his tears.
"We're getting married. Noah. I'm going to be your wife." I say. I was filled with so much joy at this moment, I could barely do anything. I hug him, sobbing with joy into his chest. He holds me even tighter.
I suddenly hear cheers from all around.
"CONGRATULATIONS!!!"
"You're getting married!!"
"My daughter's getting married!!"
"My brother's getting married!!!"
"My best friend's getting married!!"
"My sister's getting married!!!!" Everyone clambers around us all at once, we get pulled in several different directions.
"Did you all know?" I ask, wiping away my tears. They all nod, and I laugh.
"Mom!!! You're getting married to dad!!" Fiona jumps on me, and I hug her tightly.
"I'm getting married, Fiona. I'm getting married! I'm getting married." I told her.
"Naya!!! You're marrying my brother!!"
"Everest, when did you get here?"
"An hour ago! You're going to be my sister!" I laugh, and hug him as well.
"Nanna, you're getting married!!" My mom says, and Noah holds me from behind, and she embraces us both.
"COngratulations you two!" Liam says, excitedly.
"Congratulations guys. We're so happy for you." Kaio says, grinning.
"Thank you all so much. Thank you." I say, filled to the brim with happiness.
"YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!" Nyra and Anvi squeal at us, and squeeze us in a hug. Everyone else piles around us.
"Shanaya!!! Don't forget about me!" Nikul calls. I manage to break out of the hug, and go to hug my brother. Adhya comes up behind us, and hugs both me and Noah.
"We're so happy for you guys!" They say together, and I smile.
"Thank you so much."
"Thank you all so much, this means so much. Thank you for helping me set up, dealing with me when I was freaking out. Thank you all for helping me set up, and everything." Everyone smiles, patting Noah on the back, and hugging him. I grin as far as I can, my cheeks hurting, but I can't seem to stop smiling.
We all eat dinner together, and Noah takes me to a hotel by the seaside once everyone has left. The dim light of the moon shines as we sit on the deck, breathing in the salty ocean air.
"We're getting married. We're actually getting married." I said to him.
"Yeah. We're actually fucking getting married." He replies in awe. He turns my chair around to face him, pulling me closer to him. He puts my feet in his lap. I smile.
"You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?" I blush at his sweet words.
"You know how amazing you are Noah? I couldn't imagine a better person to spend the rest of my life with. You're all mine." I whisper. I cup his cheeks bringing his face closer to mine. I kiss him slowly. He deepens the kiss, biting down on my lip. His hands cup my cheeks, and he presses harder against my mouth, the kiss becoming heated. He moans against my mouth. His tongue slips into mine, and I feel myself growing hot.He growls, lifting me up, and carrying me into the room, and placing me on the bed. He sucks and licks everywhere, my lips slightly swelling. He moans in my ear, and I feel sparks everywhere.
"I'm not letting you sleep at all tonight, love." He whispers, nipping my earlobe, as my teeth sink into my lip, and a loud moan rips from my throat, as his hands touch me everywhere.
"I want you to not make a sound tonight love." He says, pleasuring my neck. I hold back a moan. Dick. I was loud, and he knew it.
"Bastard," I mutter, as his hands move my dress up, bunching the material at my waist.
"You'll pay for that, love." He says in a low tone, an evil glint in his eye as he slowly removes my dress. He discards his shirt, and climbs back on top of me. He unclipped my bra, kissing down my chest slowly, and removing my underwear. I arch up, moving a pillow over my face to prevent a single noise from coming out, but I can't help a small whimper from coming out, as he kisses the inside of my thigh.
"Not a sound, love." I groan in frustration. His fingers slide inside me, and I bite my lip so hard to prevent myself from making a noise. They pump inside me, stretching me, and filling me with pleasurable sensations. My skin is on fire, adn pressure builds in my lower stomach. I could feel it building up, and I bit into the pillow, to hold back from my release. He pulls them out, removing his fingers before I could finish. My nails dig into the pillow, as I throbbed, needing him to finish.
His hands and lips skim across every inch of my skin, lingering on my shoulders, and neck, leaving little bites all over.
"Let it out, Naya," He says after sucking on my jaw.
"You little fucker!" I flip him over so that I'm on top of him. He smirks at me, and I smash my lips down on his for a punishing kiss. His fingers dig into my hips, as I kiss down and down, reaching the waistband of his pants, and pull them off. He moans under me, his hands tangled in my hair. He flips me back over.
"Done teasing me love?" His eyes are extremely dark, and his face is painted with need all over.
"Not yet, baby." I whispered back, and his cheeks go red at the nickname.
My fingers traced each of the muscles in his back, and he huffed through his teeth.
"You're killing me here, love," He struggles to say, and I give him a crooked smile. He swoops down to kiss me passionately, unable to take the teasing anymore.
"A few touches got you that worked up, Noah?" I looked at his clouded eyes and my smile disappeared. He looked so hot. His face was contorted, needing me. His boxers were removed, and he continued to kiss me, until my lips were bruised and swollen. He kissed below my earlobe, my shoulders, and lingered on my chest, as he left me a moaning mess beneath him. His thumb brushed against my breast, and my core throbbed.
"Fuck," I breathed, as his mouth lowered to my clit, his tongue swirling, and creating all sorts of feelings inside me. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them apart, as he continued, my hands tightly gripping his hair.
"God, Noah," I whisper.
"That's right. I'm the only man whose name is going to ever come out of your lips. None of them will make you feel like I do." He says, wrapping my legs around his waist, and roughly kissing me.
He thrust into me, filling me wholly, and kissing my lisp once again. He started moving, going faster and faster. My Hands gripped the sheets, as my head fell back on the pillow, and both of us continued to pleasure each other. My eyes rolled back into my head, as he pounded into me over and over again.
Round after round, he went relentlessly, stopping sometime later in the night. We both lied back next to each other, sweaty, and tired, but hopelessly in love with each other.
"Naya, come here." He holds out his arms.
"I'm so tired, I don't think I can," He chuckles, and moves closer to me, and holds my hand.
"When I'm not able to walk tomorrow, I'm blaming it on you." He laughs. He hands me his shirt, and I slip it over my head.
"You're my fiancee now." He says, facing me. I turn to face him, already feeling a little sore. Tomorrow is going to be hell.
"I know, future husband." He grins.
"What kind of wedding do you want?"
"I should ask you the same thing." I replied. He smiled.
"Well, I know that you come from a different culture. I'm sure there's traditions and things that you usually do at weddings, and I want to include-"
"I love you. Well, more than love you. I don't think there's a word for that, but I just- I love you." I blurt. My heart swells. People don't usually think about the fact that I'm from a different culture, just automatically assume that I'm American-
"I- well, I feel the same about you. There should be a word for that."
"Right?"
"It's not infatuation. Well, I mean that's part of the deal, and so is love, but, deeply is not a good enough word to-" He kisses me again. Butterflies explode once more.
"I know what you mean, Naya. You have no idea what I feel for you. It seems that all I can even think about is you. I can't get you out of my head, I'm obsessed with you." My cheeks burn.
"And you say you're not good with words."
"I'm not."
"Fucking liar. You made me cry with happiness with your words today. How the hell do you say you're not good with words?"
"Okay, fine. I'm good with words. Happy?"
"Elated. Now I can sleep." He snorts.
"Night, piggy."
"What the fuck?" I giggle.
"You snorted."
"I-"
"PIGGYYY."
"Shut the fuck u-"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Whatever."
"You love me."
"I do not."
"Oh yeah? Then why'd you propose?"
"Shut up."
"Make me."