“What part would you like me to focus on?” I ask.
Okay, maybe I like to play games a little, but only when men don’t have the balls to say what they’re really thinking.
Noah huffs out a heavy breath as he resumes my foot massage. Ah. Suddenly, all is well in the world once more.
“I like you, Courtney.”
“I like you too, Noah.” I smile simply.
Was that so hard?
“The shower… being with you. It… it means something to me.”
I try to suppress my grin, but come on, this man is seriously adorable. He seems to struggle with his words, but he takes his time and delivers each one beautifully.
“I don’t know when they’ll have us choose our partner, but I just wanted you to know that if it was up to me, I’d choose you.”
“You barely even know me,” I say softly, attempting to keep him at arm’s length.
That’s proving to be really fucking difficult right now.
“I know enough to know that I could see… something special between us,” he says earnestly, his blue eyes sparkling under the midday sun.
“Me too,” I admit quietly. “To all of that, really. Ditto, if you will.”
Jesus. Could I be more awkward? Not even if I tried.
His teeth are dazzlingly bright when he grins, pulling me towards him for a kiss. I immediately sink into his embrace, swiping my tongue against his lips. He parts for me instantly, running his tongue along mine as we deepen the kiss.
Slowly, he shifts, laying me down fully as he crawls between my legs and lays his body on top of mine. I’ve seen what he can do in a shower, I can’t wait to see what he can do on a bed.
A few catcalls and whistles sound around us, but neither one of us pay them any attention. Actually, we’re so wrapped up in one another that one of the crew members has to tap Noah’s shoulder and have us break things up. I guess the network only allows showing so much, and the way my hand is in his pants, gripping him, I guess isn’t quite deemed appropriate. I’ll be honest, I don’t even remember grabbing him. My hand was clearly wrapped up in the moment too.
Whoops.
Chapter Eleven
Courtney
The next morning, Luna, Cora and I are eating breakfast on one of the couches in the sun. The previous evening ended up being pretty mellow. The crew all went home for the night, which meant we were only being monitored by the millions of hidden cameras throughout the house. That also meant they didn’t have any big surprises in store for us for the rest of the night.
Thank God.
Apparently, Noah and I weren’t the only ones to make a connection so early either. That omelet that Cora’s eating right now? Cheffed up by Andrew. No promises, no expectations. She was sitting here while Luna and I ate, when suddenly he was carrying out an omelet plated like it should be in a restaurant.
She blushed; he ducked his head and held the back of his neck. It was adorable, and the romantic tension between them was so heavy, I was tempted to tell them to just make out already. Both of them are pretty reserved, though, so I wasn’t sure how that would have played out. I mean, it’s not like she’s going tofuck him in the shower or anything, but give the man something, girl.
I watch as Cora almost bashfully plays with the ear of that stuffed yellow bunny. She wasn’t kidding when she said she took it everywhere. She carries that thing all over the place, like a support blanket. Or, I guess, a support stuffed animal. Whatever we need to get through the day, though, right?
Noah comes walking over with two plates of food, Calvin hot on his heels. They both glance to me and Luna before frowning.
We share a look and smirk.
“What’s all that?” Luna asks.
“It was supposed to be breakfast for you two,” Noah says with a disappointed tone.
“Ah, taking pages out of Andrew’s playbook I see,” I say.
