The Talk (1)

[This chapter is dedicated to Tiffany_Desselles_5370. Thank you for the golden ticket. Appreciate your support.] 

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Noah kept on fidgeting on his chair. He already rearranged the dishes on the table twice while he waited for Jess. 

He heaved a deep sigh, rolled his neck from side to side. His shoulder muscles were so taut from being on the computer almost the whole night. He knew he couldn't sleep and decided to work. He worked because he didn't want to storm to Jess's bedroom in the middle of the night, and asked for forgiveness all over again. 

He glanced over his shoulder, craning his neck to see if the bathroom door was opened. And when he saw it was still tightly shut, he sat down. He forced himself to open the newspaper and pretend to read. He couldn't see the words printed on the paper. They simply float in front of his eyes as his heart keeps on thumping in nervous anxiety within his ribcage.