14. Dani
I clear my throat, taking myself out of Noah’s trance and getting up off the bathroom floor. “How’s your forehead?”
He doesn’t answer me.
Lightly brushing my finger on the area surrounding the scratch on his forehead, Noah shudders as he gets up and his body shakes like a tremor from an earthquake.
“Am I hurting you?”
His face softens as he moves closer to me. “No, you’re not hurting me.”
I don’t feel like vomiting from the close proximity.
I look away for a few seconds to break the tension, but it doesn’t work.
His ocean eyes are burning an invisible hole through the side of my head. “Now that I’m all fixed, we’re going to have to discuss the whole dinner situation.”
“Why, because we don’t have anything here to eat?” I cross my arms in front of my chest.
“Exactly.”
“And who’s fault is that? Why didn’t you run to the grocery store to get food?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “The thought never occurred to me.”
“Of course the thought never occurred to you.”
Idiot.
“I have an idea of what we could do.”
I look up at the bathroom ceiling. “Oh, I can’t wait to hear this brilliant idea of yours.”
“We go get dinner and pick up groceries afterward.”
I drop my head back down. “Where are we going to get dinner, smart ass?”
He shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “I don’t care. Name a place.”
Why is it that some guys can’t make decisions? It’s so irritating.
“Marina’s,” I blurt out.
Marina’s Diner has been around for over eighty years. I remember when Dad and I used to go there every Wednesday afternoon for burger night.
“Fine. Let’s go,” he says.
“Here’s something you don’t understand. Women can’t just go out somewhere. Sometimes we have to change our clothes. Shower. Put makeup on…”
“I know. I have a sister. I can say if you’re not ready in fifteen minutes, I’m leaving without you.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, get out.” I push Noah towards the door.
“You know I could just turn around…like I did this morning,” he suggests, raising an eyebrow and smirking at me.
“Get. The. Hell. Out.”
When I close the door in his face, I change my clothes.
Opting for an all black outfit that consists of a v-neck blouse with buttons and jeans, I throw them on my bed.
I’ve never gotten dressed so fast in my life.
I nod and exhale as I run to the bathroom to fix my hair.
God, the humidity really hasn’t done my hair any favors.
Plugging my waver into the wall, I run it through my hair to calm the frizz.
I slip on a pair of black wedges on my way out of my bedroom, seeing Noah standing there in a button-down shirt, jeans, and a pair of black and white Converse.
What the hell is he trying to do to me?