“Okay, okay. I don’t think I canstomachthis anymore,” Alex jokes. “Since the blue team wasn’t able to pass on the whipped cream, red team wins!”
We all jump up and down in victory. Well, except Andrew who’s still dry-heaving while Cora tentatively rubs his back in sympathy. Our faces are absolutely covered in melting whipped cream, and Shane and Noah share a look before coming to either side of me and licking my cheeks.
I squeal in surprise, and the guys laugh before each placing a kiss on my cheek. Shane runs over to give Kenzie the same treatment, while Connor tries and fails to do so to Savannah. She all but shoves him to the ground, but he bounces back quickly, fist pumping in the air while all of the blue team look sick to their stomachs.
Luna comes over and gives me a hug, laughing to herself. “You know, I’ll gladly take the L if it means I didn’t have to have that cream soup mixed with everyone’s saliva,” she says and makes a gagging noise.
Oh wait. That wasn’t Luna. Angel is throwing up again.
“What exactly was the point of that challenge?” Savannah snarls.
“To prove that we’re better than them, soak in the victory,” I throw back to her.
She scoffs and runs a hand through her hair, lowering her voice. “I know I’m better than everyone here. Didn’t hate having Noah all up in my tits, though. My God, I thought that man was trying to suffocate himself.” She smirks in a vile way before sauntering away.
I don’t even attempt to give her an ounce of my energy before Noah picks me up and spins me in his arms.
“We make a pretty good team, huh?”
“Guess so. Is this a foreshadowing of what’s to come?” I ask with a fake gasp and a strong wink to the camera.
Daryll speaks for once, leaning out from behind the camera as he shakes his head. “Don’t talk to the camera. You can do that in the interview room.”
I lift my hands in defense before muttering to Noah, “Someone’s grumpy.”
Noah laughs as Julia gestures for him to follow. One by one, everyone is pulled to do a mini-interview with the camera. I’ve watched my fair share of reality TV shows before, so I assume they’ll use whatever we say for buildup, cutaways, or maybe even teaser stuff.
When it’s my turn, they ask me basic questions like, “Are you going to win? How does it feel that you won? What was the hardest part?”
After I answer everything, they hit me with one more.
“If you had to lock in with someone right now, who would it be?”
I don’t even attempt to fight my smile, but I do try to play coy.Trybeing the key word.
“Um, I think I’d definitely have to say Noah.”
“Perfect. You’re free to go.” The girl smiles as she gestures for me to leave the room.
When I step into the hall, I find Noah leaning against the wall; he pushes off when our eyes meet.
“You waiting on little ole me?” I tease.
He smirks. “Maybe.”
His arms wrap around me, settling on my waist as I attempt to pull away.
“Ugh, please don’t touch me. I’m so fucking sticky it’s not even funny.”
He laughs. “Same. Want to get cleaned up?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna jump in the shower.”
Noah stares at me for a moment, and I realize that I totally missed that.
Fuck, I’m an idiot.
“Oh, you meant, like, together.”
