Seventy three (Unedited)

"We had three rounds last night, baby." He smirked lowering his lips towards mine.

"N-No," I murmured. "You're wrong, 3.5 so."

He frowned at me, wondering.

"Because the other Noah almost didn't go through." I smirked when he suddenly stopped.

That's when I smiled, when I saw that he was no longer in his composure, I quickly got out of his hand and pushed him on the bed.

I straddled his chest, grinning widely while his eyes are glaring at me.

"I really don't like how your tongue works sharply like that," he said, I chuckled. I saw his eyes twinkle when he stared at my chest so I winked at him.

"There, you used to be choosy, you don't want to water