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With a deep, steadying breath, I checked my reflection one more time and headed out.
Aurora: Are you sure this is safe?
Noah: Big brother and Connor are holed up at TPB for at least another couple of hours. We’re all good.
Noah: I’ve got you, shortcake.
Something softened inside me. Noah, despite his playboy image, was a good guy. And he had a way of making me believe in myself.
Don’t get too carried away, Aurora. You don’t even know what this is yet.
I grabbed my keys off the sideboard and made my way outside. Noah’s face lit up when he saw me, his eyes tracking my movements with predatory focus.
Grabbing the door handle, I yanked it open and hopped up into Connor’s truck. “This isn’t weird at all,” I said.
“It was either this or Austin’s Camry. Figured you would prefer the lesser of two evils.” He winked, easing the knot in my stomach. "Shortcake, you look… fuck. Your tits look incredible.”
“Noah!”
I flushed all the way to the tips of my toes, desperately wanting to tug at the scoop neckline on my sweater dress. But I knew Noah liked my boobs, so I didn’t want to hide under a baggy outfit.
Not tonight.
His heated smile reassured me I’d made the right decision.
“You love it.”
Yeah, maybe I did—just a little bit.
I also loved the maroon t-shirt hugging his biceps, giving me a peek of the tattoo on his arm. He looked like sex on a stick with his slightly disheveled hair, curled at the ends, and his intense brown eyes.
Jesus, I was in so much trouble.
“So where are we going?” I rushed out, trying to distract myself from how hot I’d suddenly gotten.
“It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises.”
“Pretty sure you’ll like this one.” He shifted the truck into reverse and backed out of the driveway.
“How come you don’t have a car?” I asked.
“Because college is fucking expensive.”
“You’re on a scholarship, right?” I’d heard the guys talking about it the other day.
“I am. Full ride. It covers tuition, accommodation, and maintenance, but it didn’t include new wheels, unfortunately.”
“You couldn’t ask your parents for help?”
“Nice try, shortcake. But I’m sure Austin’s already told you I don’t talk about my family.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
“It’s no biggie. I haven’t spoken to my old man since I left Buffalo, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
His voice was laced with so much bitterness, but I also heard a tinge of sadness. I had to fight the urge to ask what had happened between them. Noah was entitled to his privacy, the way we all were.
