Micheal was still a bit confused. Was Noah worried about him or not?
Well, based on his recent observation, he could just conclude that Noah was worried about the life of his benefactor and the one sheltering him.
Since he did not have his memories, he could not go anywhere all by himself and people were chasing him too.
So, he needed Micheal. And for that reason, he wouldn't let anything happen to him.
'But I don't get how that has anything to do with me crying over my broken heart.' Micheal thought, sticking the sharp end of the pizza slice in his mouth while keeping his eyes on Noah. 'It's not like crying will kill me. If he saw me crying, he could just ignore it and act like he didn't see anything. So, why did he wake me up?'
Noah, on the other hand, was also wondering the same thing.
As much as he tried to put reason to his action, why he woke Micheal up just after seeing him act so pitiful in his sleep, he could not get it quite right.
'I can't allow anything to happen to him.' Noah thought. 'But that does not imply that I meddle in every little thing. He was just crying. His tears have nothing to do with me. And if he skips a meal or two, he won't die so I didn't need to wake him up.' And yet, he still interfered. 'So, why did I wake him up?'
Both of them wondered the same thing but from different perspectives and yet could not find a single answer.
They had dinner that night and went to sleep. Micheal decided not to think too much about what had happened since he was only going to get the wrong conclusion in the end.
That night, while he was fast asleep, the door clicked open, and emerging into the room was Noah.
After telling himself he would lock the door to avoid anything happening, he still forgot to lock the door before going to bed, and this made things easy for sleepwalking, walking Noah crawl into his bed.
He started sniffing his neck and then he licked it.
Micheal groaned, feeling his heavy body press down on him before his consciousness started coming back.
'Please, tell me I'm dreaming.' he thought, furrowing his eyebrows as he realized Noah had come into his room once more and was probably the huge weight pressing on him. "Ugh, you're heavy. You're going to crush my arm at this point." he groaned, and sleepwalking Naoh lifted his body, spread his legs, and knelt on the bed, trapping Micheal in between him.
Micheal was taken aback. Just like the last time, it was as if he could hear what he was saying but only listen to a selection of words.
So, this time, did he listen because he was cautious of his wounded elbow?
After kneeling and taking his weight off Micheal, he once again attacked his neck.
"What are you doing?" He grunted through his teeth but Noah did not respond. Micheal had only one arm working for him and that alone could not even make Noah budge no matter how hard he pushed his chest.
Noah's neck was increasingly getting sensitive, and with the 'activity' going on with his neck, he could only frail his legs as his body trembled with a bit of excitement.
And then it happened. What Micheal tried to prevent.
"Ahh," he moaned and all from getting his neck licked. 'No, no, no. This isn't happening.' he thought, his hands trembling as he tried all he could to push Noah off him.
Then, his neck started feeling hot again. He squinted his eyes and felt Noah lick him again, aiming for that exact spot.
'Is it because he's licking there repeatedly? It feels so hot. What is he doing to me?' he thought. 'I don't like this. I really don't. I'll have to lock the door tomorrow. I can't forget.'
He was barely holding on and keeping himself from getting hard. He curled his toes and wriggled his feet.
"P-please, that's enough." He said, "I can't take any more of it. Noah, stop." he squeezed Noah's arm, and then he stopped licking.
Micheal could barely catch his breath when he felt Noah had finally stopped, only for his lips to get attacked next.
Noah kissed him roughly and Micheal was having a problem keeping up. In fact, he got annoyed and even bit Noah's tongue till it bled, but that was not enough to stop him.
Micheal had hoped the shock would wake him up from his sleepwalking state, but it looked like even that couldn't do the trick.
His eyes were still hazy and out of it.
Despite his bleeding tongue, Noah kept kissing him, causing their saliva exchange to be mixed with his blood until he finally broke the kiss.
"You... Asshole!" Michael exclaimed as he glared at Noah's face with his lips covered in bloody saliva.
Noah then raised his hand and brushed the blood on Micheal's lips with his thumb, opening his mouth to speak bluntly.
"Bride."
Micheal's eyes widened but then squinted in annoyance.
"You crazy bastard, what did you just..." As if he had been struck by a tranquilizer, Micheal immediately felt drowsy.
His eyes closed in sleep, and the next thing he knew, it was morning, and he was alone in his bed.
"What the...? Was that a dream?" He asked but he could still feel the lingering taste of blood at the tip of his tongue. "It wasn't. I didn't imagine it. That bastard came into my room while I was asleep and molested me. He..." He was angry, but he could not even take it out on Noah because he promised he didn't know what he had done in his sleep.
It got him even more angry that he got to go scot-free after doing that to him.
"I put myself in this mess," he said, getting up from the bed. "Me alone." He stood up and then touched his neck with his good hand. "But what was that feeling on my neck? It felt so weird. It was hot and... What the fuck did he mean by calling me 'Bride'?" He kicked the edge of his bed. "I have so many questions, dammit! And I need answers."