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“I know.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” She sighs, leaning into me.
I kiss the top of her hair. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“Argh. Is that what that is?”
I laugh, again. “Apparently so. Anyway, I’d like you to spend some time with Kate. She’s really awesome.”
“Okay.” She smiles.
The party continues on and much to our surprise, Mom and Max get into a heated conversation about politics which strikes me as odd since Mom never talks about anything political.
With Morgan chatting to Lex’s sister, I chase the girls around, making growling sounds as their screams echo around us. Between the running around and multiple times in the bouncy castle, I am beat.
“Uncle Noah,” Ava calls, again. “One more time in the bouncy castle.”
I groan, setting down my drink and following Ava into the castle. We play this game where I pretty much throw her against the inflatable wall and she giggles, asking me to do it again. On my fourth attempt, her cousin Andy stares back at me with a pale face.
“Are you okay, bud?”
He shakes his head, then tilts forward, projectile vomiting all over my shirt. My throat closes in, my stomach contracting as I attempt to control the dry heaving. The kids scream, frantically jumping out of the castle as Andy cries. I’m barely able to contain my own need to projectile vomit, but extend my hand out to him just as his dad comes in.
“It’s okay.” His dad, Julian, soothes him. Picking him up into his arms, not caring at all that he’s now gotten vomit all over his shirt.
“Sorry, man,” Julian apologizes. “His mom warned him not to have too much Jell-O and, well... this is what happens when you have too much Jell-O.”
It explains the array of colors splashed all over my white polo shirt. I tell him it’s fine, and follow them out as Charlie enters with a bucket load of sanitary cleaning products.
“Do you need help?” I ask, still reeling from the godawful stench.
“No, it’s okay. You clean yourself up. But thanks for offering. I think Lex ran off and vomited in the bush.”
Morgan looks back at me with a sympathetic expression while I walk toward the house cringing. I don’t know what to do with my shirt, wanting to throw it in the thrash but remembering the hefty price tag on it. I leave it in the bathroom sink, and hop into the shower, quickly scrubbing myself clean. When I hop out, I dry myself and change into my jeans before heading into the room. There’s a knock on my door, and Morgan enters, closing the door behind her quietly.
She can’t peel her eyes away from my torso, her lips clenching as she stands in utter silence.
“Geez, I have a face you know,” I tease.
She shakes her head, breaking her gaze. “Cocky bastard.”
I move closer to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Cocky, yes.”
I grab her hand and place it on the bulge of my jeans. She squeezes for just a moment, then tries to pull away. “Noah, there’s kids here.”
“Downstairs. Outside. Not in this room. It’s just you and me.”
I kiss the side of her neck, desperate to taste her. Running my nose along her collarbone, the smell of her skin draws me in. I need to fuck her so bad.
“Let’s go to your place tonight. Fuck your roommate.” I bury my head in her hair, desperately hoping she’ll agree.
“I have this thing, tonight. For Scarlett.”
“C’mon. Scarlett will understand. Just say you need the night off. After all... you are my girlfriend.”
That word is foreign and sounds odd every time I say it. This is why I hate labels.
