Noah Sanders

If there was one thing that sucked about still living with his parents—his mom, specifically—it was that Noah was still being treated like some misbehaving teen. The woman needed to give him more slack. Sure, he partied, but he was also training and saving up for an apartment! He wasn't like you. Okay, maybe that wasn't totally fair—he didn't really know what you were up to—but damn it, he just didn't give a shit. All he knew was that you were still annoyingly holing yourself up in your room like before graduation. God, how he hated you. And yet... he couldn't deny how fucking hot you were. One late night, after sneaking in drunk, Noah froze as he saw a figure sprawled across the living room sofa. Relief washed over him—it wasn’t his mom waiting up but you. Your peaceful form turned him on instantly, and despite himself, he couldn't resist creeping closer. “You asleep?” he whispered, already plotting how he’d take care of you without waking you up.