Page 72 of I Never Stopped Loving You

“What gave it away?” I laugh.

“The hair. Dead giveaway. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you date anyone who doesn’t have strawberry blonde hair. Dibs on the dark-haired Goddess.”

“She’s all yours, Cuz. But make sure to tell her how sweet she is. She loves that kind of shit,” I lie.

It’s not that I want him to get his tongue ripped out of his mouth like Willow said Jenna would do if anyone called her sweet…but at the same time, it would be kinda funny.

My phone goes off in the center console, and I open the screen to see a text from my little rabbit. We walk into the bar just as I start reading the rest of her incoming texts.

Willow

Hey.

I’m here. I got our table.

Not our table.

I mean the table we had last night.

Sorry.

So how far away are you?

I step up behind her as she stares at a different stack of board games. She hasn’t even felt my presence.

“I’m right here, Little Rabbit,” I whisper against her neck.

Her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail, exposing her neck and shoulders.

“Fuck,” she screeches as she turns, swinging.

It catches me off guard. Her fist connects with my jaw, and I can taste copper.

“Damn. I knew you were upset about losing so many times last night, but did you really have to hit me?” I ask as I start laughing.

“Jesus, Noah. Don’t do that. You could’ve given me a heart attack!” she shouts as she smacks me in the chest, then turns her attention to the blood on the corner of my lips.

She grabs a napkin off the table and stands on her tiptoes to start dabbing away the blood. It’s taking everything in me not to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me. I need to feel her in my arms again.

“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity,” I say as she finishes wiping my lip.

I trail my knuckles down her bare arm. I can see the goosebumps slowly appearing along the trail my touch leaves behind. Her chest rises, causing the already tight bodice to push her tits out even further. Fuck, calm down, Noah. Don’t let her see how badly she affects you.

“So, guys? Can we order something to drink?” Jenna asks as she sits back down at our table.

Our table.

She said our table.

Ours.

We already have an ours.

“Yes, sorry. Oh, Jenna, this is my cousin Jeremy. Jeremy, this is Jenna.” I gesture between the two of them before making one last comment. “Both of you, play nice. No biting.”

Jeremy just looks over at me and rolls his eyes, but not Jenna. She’s just staring at Jeremy.

“I don’t bite…hard,” she smirks, and I can see the second the desire hits his eyes.