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Axel eats his cake and says he wants to go on the tilt-a-whirl ride, and Noah looks after Holden in awe and says, “He does have a gift. He can pick up almost anyone anywhere. It’s self-serving, but it serves him well.”
“Wow. I did not see that coming,” Shauna says, eyes wide staring at me. “Did you know?”
“Nope,” I say popping the P. “You’re not the only one who didn’t see that coming.” I have to say I’m not that surprised though.
“Huh! He has two types.” Drew brings a fry to his mouth. “Learn something new every day.” His lip turns up at the side, staring at Holden as he leans in close to the hot guy's ear as the girl with him orders something to eat a few steps away. They both laugh and Holden gives him his phone number. Then jogs back over with his phone and a beaming smile.
“Rides, rides, rides!” Axel chants, spinning around and jumping up on what I know is a sugar high. “Lexi, Noah, come on, I want to go on the ride now. Come on.” He pulls on my hand.
“Fine. Let’s see if we can burn this sugar energy off before we get back in the car.” A kid hopped up on sugar and adrenaline is a headache no one wants in a car for any amount of time.
We go off in two different directions. Me, Axel, and Noah to the kiddie rides, and Shauna and the guys to find the tallest, fast, heart-palpitating coaster in the park. Good luck to them. I deal with enough of that on a regular day. Slow and steady is what I’m into today. I smile, one of my hands holding Axel’s, the other holding onto Noah.
* * *
“I don’t feel so good.”
That’s about the only warning Noah got before Axel threw up on his sneakers on the front porch after carrying him up the steps. “I’m so sorry,” I say, as he hoses down his shoes in the backyard.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Come on, let me have them.” I hold my hand out for his wet sneakers on the ground in our sparse backyard grass. “I’ll put them in the dryer.”
He picks them up and hands them to me and I notice a spot on his shirt. Oh, man I think he caught you, right there.” I point to the spot on his shirt.
“Yeah…” His forehead creases looking at the offending spot of vomit. “I guess I wasn’t quick enough with the pull away after all.”
“No, you were definitely quick enough.” I laugh, thinking about how fast he was able to turn Axel down and away from his body, narrowly avoiding being soaked shoulder to feet in the vomit of everything Axel ate, and it was a lot. “Come with me.” I take his hand and lead him through the back door inside the house and upstairs into my room. “Give me your shirt. I’ll go wash it.”
“You didn’t have to. I can do it,” he protests.
“Are you kidding me, it’s the least I could do. Now come on.” I drop his shoes on the floor and start to pull his short sleeve polo up getting a peek at his abs.
“You sure are aggressive in this bedroom. Is this a sign of things to come? If it is, I’m not complaining.” He grins.
“I’ll show you aggressive. Just give me the damn shirt, and I might give you a sneak peek of things to come.” I lean up and press my lips against his. I step back, and he chases after my lips but I press my fingers against his lips, keeping him still. “Let me wash the shirt, first, then we can do something.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He pulls back and swoops the shirt over his head in one fluid sexy as fuck move that makes me want to run my tongue across and map out every inch of well-defined abs I see. “Here you go.” He smirks, holding out his shirt to me while I stare like a fool, mouth gone slack.
“Here I go,” I repeat, staring at him like I’ve never seen a shirtless, good-looking man before. Geez, pull it together. “Thanks.” I pull the shirt out of his hand, spin around on my toes, and leave him in my room.
Smooth, real smooth, Lexi.
“Your sneakers and shirt are in the dryer,” I say, walking back into my room. He puts down a glass figurine elephant on the dresser he was looking at and turns around to face me. “Sorry again about Axel throwing up on you.”
“Like I said, don’t worry about it, shit happens, or in this case, throw up.” He smiles.
“Why and how are you so nice? You’re like…unreal nice.”
“I don’t think I’m any nicer than most people.”
“Then you don’t know most people. Most single guys who spent the day with a super hyper six-year-old, two rowdy teenagers, and paid for mostly the entire day trip at an amusement park would have stormed away as soon as the vomit hit the floor. But you’re still here. I know you like me, but…you’re still here?” I shake my head in mild disbelief.
“Yep, I’m still here with you. No plans on leaving until you kick me out. Which you can’t do until my sneakers dry.”
I walk further into the room. Stand right in front of him, look into his eyes, and tell him, “I would never kick you out of this house, this room, or my bed.” I put my hand on his waist, pull him closer, and kiss him.
“Good to know.” He kisses me back, running his hand up my back underneath my shirt. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this all day.”
