Heat spreads through my body like wildfire ather question, memories of all the times he has made me come flashing in front of my eyes. “Multiple times.”
“Damn!” She slaps the table. “It’s always the silent and broody ones. So, how was it? How big is he?” she wiggles her eyebrows at me as if she didn’t just ask me what she did.
My eyes widen in horror as I look around me, wondering if someone heard her. “MnM’s on a birthday cake, Aurelia! Are you out of your mind? I’m not dignifying that extremely intrusive question with an answer!” The voice of my pitch higher than it ever has been.
My flushed cheeks are answer enough for her, and her mischievous smile turns sincere. She grabs my hand on the table and squeezes it. “He makes you happy?”
“We haven’t labelled it or anything. I don’t know what we are…” I ramble, getting flustered when I think about the future, my gaze straying from hers.
She squeezes my hand again, making me look at her. “But he makes you happy, yes?” she asks again.
“He does,” I say with the happiness and contentment I feel deep inside.
Her grin widens. “Then that’s all that matters.”
My shoulders drop at her support. Twirling a strand of my hair, I voice my worries. “You can’t tell Kaeli. Not yet anyway. Ezra is bound to go nuclear on Noah once he finds out about us. And I don’t want Kaeli to be sandwiched in between us.”
Understanding dawns on her face as she agrees. “I won’t.” In Aurelia-fashion, she diverts the topic, whispering conspirationally. “Tell me, is he kinky?” My grin widens at her question.
Oh, you’ve no idea.
Thirty One
Noah
Ican’t believe what I’m feeling.
I can’t believe I still know how to be happy.
But that’s what Andie Moore has done to me. She’s made me happy. She made mefeel.
She makes me feel emotions other than rage and bone-deep sorrow.
I even smile at Millie after she gives me another scratch on my neck. Any other time, I’d have been scowling at her, reciprocating the stink eyes she grants me every time she sees me.
I’m pretty sure it’s because shemisses Andie. Honestly, Millie was never supposed to stay with me. I helped her for Andie, bought all the essentials because of her too. So, it feels wrong having her with me. But I won’t lie, I’ve gotten used to her grouchy presence.
Today’s our last home game before a series of away games. I’m not particularly excited about it. Not when it means that I’ll have to be away from my Rainbow.
It feels like I just got her, and now I’ll have to leave. Ever since last week, I’ve been acting unlike myself—all clingy and possessive when it comes to her. Thankfully, she hasn’t run out on my sorry ass yet.
I’m also thankful that I’ve not had a nightmare on the nights she stayed over. I’m not quite sure how I’ll explain it to her. How will I tell her that I’m pathetic and that I have days where I feel like my head’s underwater? How will I tell her that I get panic attacks just from a call from my father?
How the fuck do I tell her that there are days when I wish I hadn’t woken up? Those days have been far and wide lately, but they’re there, sneaking up on me when I least expect them. I don’t want to hide from her.
But I’m afraid that she won’t stay once she peelsall my layers and looks at the pathetic man beneath this tough and broody exterior.
I’m in the locker room, getting ready for practice, when I absentmindedly touch my scars, hidden beneath my tattoos.
Before I can lose myself in morbid thoughts instead of the high thoughts of Andie bring me, her brother claps his hands, catching everyone’s attention.
Everyone stops in different stages of dressed to look at our captain and hear what he has to say. “After the game, you’re all invited to our place. Since it’s a day game, you’ll have time to rest before your presence will be required.”
“Why are we coming over, though?” Seb asks the question all of us are mulling over. Some of the players cast me a questioning glance, thinking I’ll know what he’s on about. I shrug my shoulders because even I’m not aware.
“We’re celebrating,” Ezra says, his hands crossing against his naked chest.
“Celebrating what?” Oliver pipes, raising his hand in the air as if we’re still in elementary school.