His jaw clenches at my statement, but hedoesn’t refute, knowing I’m right. He does, however, throw another glare at the oblivious cat.
“Didn’t think so,” I respond, flicking my hair over my shoulder.
Soon enough, the cashier is back with a t-shirt in her hand. She forwards it to me. The second he sees the color, he shakes his head like a nine-year-old. “No.”
“Wear it,” I roll my eyes at him, shoving the t-shirt in his chest and giving him my best ‘teacher’ glare.
He reluctantly takes it, but not before quickly removing his cap and shirt and placing them neatly on the counter.
My jaw drops to the floor. The cashier’s too.
He did not just swipe his shirt in the middle of the store, putting his washboard abs on full display for the world to salivate over.
Shut up, drama queen.
The view is stolen too quickly from humanity, though. Noah slides the pink t-shirt over his head and pulls it down to cover his perfectly chiseled body.
Then the quote on the t-shirt has me laughing harder than I ever have before. The cashierreleases her own chuckle, instantly trying to cover it.
He looks perplexed, confused as to what could cause us to do so. “What is it?” He looks down at himself, and his face blanches, color draining from his face.
He goes to remove it, but I hold his arms, stopping him. “No…don’t. Please, don’t take it off.” I shake with laughter. Today hasnotbeen his day.
Because why else would the universe play such a cruel joke on you and give a t-shirt that reads,‘I love me a good pussy’with a kitty printed beneath it?
It’s only to exact some sort of revenge, I reckon.
“It looks…good on you, Sir,” the cashier comments, making me look at her with wide eyes. We both stare at each other like accomplices before giving the other a high-five, laughing our butts off.
And oh man, Noah doesnotappreciate or reciprocate the sentiment.
It tells me all I need to know. This t-shirt’s going in the trash the second we’re home. So, I do what any sensible person in my situation would.
I pull out my phone and snap a picture of him scowling at us, wearing that t-shirt.
Once done, I pocket my phone only to find him looking at me like I betrayed him. “You did not just send someone this picture?” He asks, even though he knows the answer.
My body vibrates with laughter, though this time I contain it. But one look at my face gives him his answer.
I did.
Fuming, he stalks out of the store, but not before putting his card for me to pay for the stuff.
Guess he’s taking the cat home.
Twenty Three
Andie
“Oh, come on, Noah! Don’t go sulking around like a child now!” I yell after him as he speed walks into his living room the second the elevator stops at his floor.
Dropping the shopping bags on the counter, he turns back to us and walks right past to shut the door so that I don’t have to.
I press my lips into a straight line lest I laugh at how adorable Noah is for taking care of me even when he’s mad at me.
God! This man would take care ofothers even in his sleep. And I’m not really sure how to feel about that.
“Don’t call me that!” He grunts as he passes me and heads for the kitchen. Slamming cabinets with so much force behind them.