Irina
I rolled over on the bed, giggling like a schoolgirl as I carried my phone in front of my face and rocked my feet back and forth.
I read the message, dropped my phone on the bed, and covered my face with my hands as I felt my face come completely into focus.
It happened often in the last two days.
Since Noah had left, he had done nothing but fill me with messages, pushed to be precise.
At first it started as an innocent thing, sweet and cute questions in which he asked me how I was doing and what I was doing. Then he would ask me what I was wearing, what kind of underwear I was wearing. At first I was puzzled and didn't respond, then Mia told me that Noah was flirting and it was rare for him since he never wasted time flirting with people. Mia had advised me to go along with hi
