Chapter 37
HANNAH
Maya catches me by the front entrance, looping her arm through mine. “Where have you been?”
“Finishing up some portraits for your mom,” I say, waving my camera at her.
She leans her head on my shoulder. “Thank you, Hannah. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Hmm…you might still be the same, maybe a little crazier.”
She pinches my arm. “Brat.”
People are already inside the dining hall, but Maya stops us from entering, forcing me to spin around. “What?!”
“Noah is grilling you from across the room. Did you piss him off again?” She gives a quick look over her shoulder. “I can’t tell if he’s pissed or has a dildo stuck up his ass. No hate if he’s kinky with it.”
I stare up at the ceiling, shaking my head. “Maya, why does it always revert to an object being lodged up someone’s butt?”
She shrugs. “It’s more common than you think.”
“Riveting news, Maya.”
But I can’t help but look past her head, catching Noah staring straight at me. He wears a cream sweater under a black peacoat, dark dress pants, his hair curlier, wilder. I can’t help but wonder how the texture would feel between my fingers.
Oh my god, Hannah, you fucking said yes, remember?
My palms are clammy. I said yes to Noah Hart because I think with my vagina and not my goddamn head.
There’s no way this can happen. Noah will see underneath my clothes and vomit all over the floor; he might even call animal control because I’m simply a wolf growing hair in places that a woman shouldn’t.
My hands lay a protective shield over my mid-section, the weight I’m having such a hard time getting off. Noah is going to see all my imperfections and wonder what the fuck he was thinking.
Maya snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Hannah? Did you hear me? I asked if you're ready for dinner?”
He blinks, shaking his head, and returns to his teammates, chatting.
I’m about to leave when the same girl from a couple of days ago snakes her arms around Noah’s waist, forcing him to hug her.
Her long brunette hair is loose over her shoulders, with a toned physique and a cute nose people would kill for.
She is the epitome of perfection, with someone as devastatingly handsome as Noah.
My heart pumps hard, my ears pulsate, and a tightness in my chest I haven’t experienced in a while hits me, almost knocking the wind out of me.
I’m shaky now, and quite agitated. All I can picture is his thumb in my mouth, telling me to suck, and now he’s here, cozied up with the pretty brunette woman. No, no, I can’t think this way… I can’t let jealousy taint something that never began.
It’s just sex…that we haven’t done yet. We haven’t even kissed.
No strings attached. Heck, we haven’t discussed rules.
So, why am I acting this way?
Why?