Page 75 of I Never Stopped Loving You

“No words, Little Rabbit?” he smirks while keeping his eyes on the game board.

He’s using a single finger to trace a shape just beneath the hem of my skirt.

“Are they wearing glasses?” I’m able to finally blurt out.

“No,” Jenna answers while looking at me like I’m nuts.

“Damn it,” I huff as he shifts next to me and places his arm back on the table, then flips down all the guys with glasses.

“Does your guy have facial hair?” Jenna asks.

“Yep,” Noah answers. “Does your guy have red hair?”

“Yes,” Jeremy groans and glances down at their board before looking at Jenna.

“Hey, I suck at guessing games. This is all you, babe,” Jenna teases.

“Babe? I like the sound of that,” Jeremy says, nudging Jenna playfully, causing her to blush.

“Just play the damn game,” she says as she rolls her eyes.

“Fine. Does your guy have long hair?” Jeremy asks, glaring at Noah.

“No.”

“Fuck!”

Noah laughs, then wraps his arm back around my shoulder, pulling me against him. He turns, leaning his head to whisper in my ear, and I swear I have lightning running under my skin from the feeling of his breath on my neck.

“We only have two characters that it could be, Alfred or Bill. Do you want to guess now or ask one more question?” he whispers.

“What do you want to do?” I whisper back.

He places his hand on the back of my head to angle my face and expose my neck to him more. His lips gently brush along my neck, just below my ear, causing a small gasp to leave my lips.

“Whatever you want to do, I’ll support it. You choose, Little Rabbit. What do you want?”

Fuck. Why do I feel like he’s asking for so much more than what we should do on our next turn? I can tell I’m blushing because my cheeks feel like they’re on fire. Jenna’s eyes are wide, and she’s wearing that Cheshire grin she does when she wants to rub it in my face that she was right about something. Fuck her. And fuck him…No. Damn it, Willow. Stop.

“Is your guy bald?” I say quickly.

“Damn it. Yes.” Jeremy crosses his arms, huffing. Apparently he’s a sore loser.

“All right, Jenna. Either take a guess or you lose,” Noah teases.

“How the hell do you have it narrowed down that fucking fast? That’s shit,” she snaps.

Oh God. It’s Monopoly all over again.

Noah playfully holds his hands up in surrender as she glares at him.

“He’s a lawyer, sweetheart. One of the best at our firm. He knows what questions to ask,” Jeremy tries to defend Noah, but I can see that the second that nickname leaves his lips her anger turns on him.

“What the hell did you just call me?” she snaps.

“Sweetheart. I thought you liked being called sweet. He said…Damn you, Noah,” Jeremy growls.

Noah starts laughing, and I realize exactly what he must’ve done. I told Noah last night that Jenna would rip his tongue out if she heard him call her sweet. So he must have told Jeremy she loved being called sweet.