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“What?” I laughed uncomfortably. Together, I totally understood why these two were friends with Lizzie. Their powers combined equaled a highly Lizzie-esque intimidation factor.
“Will you be my best man, Noah?” Sean asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.
“What?” Beer sprayed onto my lap as the question slipped from my mouth. “Me? Wh-why?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Jesse chuckled, “because you’re you.” Sean shrugged playfully, agreeing with Jesse. I didn’t know what to say except absolutely. I really didn’t know how I would keep that a secret from Lizzie. Thankfully, autumn was right around the corner, and I wouldn’t need to keep it from her for long.
That hope was sliced to shreds within three days of Sean asking me to be his best man. Lizzie and I were standing over an empty box in my living room, packing my books, when she really put on the heat.
“Why won’t you tell me what you guys did the other night?”
“Because.” I stuffed a pile of books into the box, careful with Jade’s novel. It was amazing what hope did to my world; I was lost before Lizzie, that book a reminder of loss and pain. But now, I was packing the past into a box and getting ready to move in with the most beautiful woman. The same woman whose hands rested on dropped hips while she glared at me.
“Stop,” I warned, trying not to laugh.
“I’m not doing anything.” I kept packing, but Lizzie was something else. She sipped from her wine glass, complaining of how hot she felt while pulling her hair on the top of her head.
“I know what you’re doing, Lizzie.”
“I’m not doing anything,” she mocked, pulling her shirt off and tossing it onto the floor. I kept my eyes on my task, grinding my teeth to not let her see how effective she was at distracting me and weakening my resolve. She leaned against the bookcase, nearly at my side while she traced my mermaid tattoo.
I still didn’t respond to her, pissing her off in a huff when I turned away to get packing tape. I struggled to cut it over the serrated edge, frustrated and distracted by Lizzie. She followed me, wrapping her arms around my waist before lifting her hands beneath my shirt. Her small fingers danced over each muscle, climbing to my throat.
“I love you, Noah,” she breathed, stepping on her tiptoes to kiss my throat. She slid her tongue along my clavicle, and I was done.
“You’re terrible,” I groaned. Lizzie’s smile widened, and I knew I’d lost. “Sean’s trying to surprise Avery with a wedding, and somehow Jesse and I are caught in the middle of it. There! Happy?”
She continued tugging on the hem of my shirt, her fingers twirling around the fabric. “Yep. Now, tell me everything you know, and then we can make out.”
