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"I'm sure you were already thinking it. You just had to hear it from someone else." He chuckled.
"You know me so well," Mykie said in an affectionate tone.
There was a knock on the door, and the both of them leant up on the bed just as Noah poked his head through the open door.
"I hope I'm not interrupting something, but should I leave?" Noah asked meekly. He seemed like he was dressed and ready to head out the door the minute Dexter uttered the word. However, Mykie beat him to it.
"No, no," Mykie said, suppressing a grin. "I was just leaving actually. Why don't you stay and talk?"
She crawled off the end of Dexter's bed and stood up, brushing imaginary dust off her pants as she adjusted her clothes. Noah looked even more fearful than before now that Mykie mentioned him talking to Dexter.
"Noah," she murmured in a low voice as she swung an arm around his shoulders. "Walk me to the door?"
He nodded, not that he was given a choice in the matter as she guided him at a slow pace.
"Nice move on him." She winked at him, causing his lips to part and his eyes to widen.
"You..."
"Not much happens without me noticing. I could say the same about Jezebeth, though."
She watched him out of the corner of her eye, catching his gulp when she mentioned Jezebeth. At least he was smart enough to know what he was risking.
She let go of him so she could bend down to strap her shoes on again. Once she stood back up, she looked at Noah and couldn't help but to chuckle. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Don't look so scared. Even if Jez reacts bad, you've earned yourself your very own protector today," she said, gesturing with her chin towards Dexter's room, where he was standing in the doorway. Noah had his back to him, not knowing that he had an audience.
"You really think so?" he whispered.
She put a hand on either one of his shoulders. "Yes. Now put on your game face and keep your chin up. You just kissed Dexter, now what the fuck are you going to do about it?"
"Talk to him?"
"No," she grinned. "You're going to go kiss the living daylights out of him and show him that Noah Thompson doesn't make mistakes."
She turned him around, making him face Dexter. She felt Noah tense under her hands, and she'd sighed as she looked over his shoulder at Dexter. She had to admit that Dexter was attractive in his own way. If she met him differently, she might have been the one that was staring at him dreamily right now. The fact that he still didn't put his shirt back on made him look even more enticing than usual. He had similar Celtic tattoos done on his right shoulder that with his muscles made him look tougher that he actually was.
However, this was her best friend, her protector, and practically her brother. She believed he deserved some time to figure out what he wanted in life, Jezebeth be damned. If she really cared about him like she said she did, she'd wait for him just like he did for her.
"One last thing before you two start going at it like bunny rabbits," Mykie said, holding up a finger. "Blaine, one of the other guys, knows about the Cantil. He knows I'm somehow involved, but I'm afraid he's going to tell the boys. What should I do?"
"Tell the guys before he can. He can't hold anything over you if you take the power away from him, right?" Noah said, turning around to look at her.
"I don't want them to know. They're going to think differently of me if they know I'm part of some gang," she muttered.
"They're going to all find out eventually, Myk," Dexter stated. "It's better that you control the when and how."
She sighed. She didn't like it, but they were right.
"Fine, fine. I'll leave you both totalknow. I'll handle Jezebeth if I must when I get home," she said with one last grin sent in the direction of the soon-to-be lovebirds before she left to go home.
She let out a sigh of relief when she got home and Jezebeth wasn't on the couch. She checked her bedroom quickly and affirmed that Jezebeth had made it home last night but wasn’t ready to greet the world just yet.
Mykie decided that instead of locking herself in her room, she'd lay down on the couch and relax for a few moments. She set her phone beside her on the couch just in case there was an emergency but turned it down a little. The last week had been so work-oriented that she felt like she hadn't slept or relaxed in days.
She closed her eyes, thinking of the last time she had a restful night of sleep. Her breath caught when she realized that the previous night was all she could think of.
Blaine confused her. One minute, she was not worth looking at while the next he was almost…nice. That was, until he threatened to share her secret. She wasn't sure she wanted to get to know him after that morning…but she couldn't get him out of her head. Why did she sleep the best with him out of all the boys?
