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"In your dreams."
"I wouldn’t put it past me," Sage agreed.
I let out a disbelieving laugh as Sage looked surprised herself, her brow pinching slightly.
"What did you say?" I was not about to let something like that go.
Before she got a chance to answer, Seline announced, "Alright, it’s settled. Let’s meet up for food in an hour. All that screaming is going to make us starved.”
Everyone agreed, including Sage, who was quick to start moving. I smiled and followed everyone else toward the ticketing line. The nerves in my stomach were replaced with excitement—I was going to have all night to bug Sage about what she meant, maybe even get a few more slip-ups.
Because that first one was proof—I wasn't the only one who felt like something was changing between us.
Chapter Thirteen
Sage
Noah was unrelenting when it came to bumper cars. Her fearlessness was sexy. The second we got out of the cars after our fourth straight round, I felt like I needed a cold shower, anything to wash away the burning on my skin that begged me to kiss her.
"You are not good at those at all," she taunted while adjusting her glasses. She smelt sweeter than lilac today. I wanted to slow down—walking, talking, everything, because I still wasn’t caught up to how my feelings were evolving. The sun was dipping under the horizon, meaning we'd have to join the others sooner than later. I didn't want to have to share her attention again. I wanted it to be us with a sea of people in the background for as long as it took for me to figure out if the urge to wrap my fingers around hers would wane all on its own.
"Maybe I was going easy on you," I said. I had been holding back, but only a little. It washard to focus on winning when she'd been laughing so hard. Losing tonight wasn't so bad if I got to hear that laugh.
Noah's smile fell as she considered my words. I let her think about it for a moment before adding, "You can have the title of bumper car champ if you want it."
She made a face. "I don't need your charity. It's not like I'm going to cry about it."
"Maybe not," I agreed. "But pout? Oh, you'll do that in a heartbeat. That's where you've always been the true champ."
She scoffed. "I've never pouted a day in my life, and I'm not about to start over a carnival game."
"You haven't pouted?" I laughed. "Noah, you are the queen of pouting. I didn't think an adult could pout so impressively until I met you."
"Name one instance."
"I have thirty in recent memory."
"Thirty? Be so for real right now."
I nodded. "I am. I could draw that expression on your face from memory at this point, with my eyes closed."
She scoffed. "God, you're so dramatic. Love to see you try."
"Got a pen and paper?"
"Oh, sure, let me pull some out of my myriad of pockets." She gestured to her jeans. The fabric hugged her waist and flared at the ankle, not a pocket in sight, but still, plenty to admire about the jeans. The fit, for one. The star-shaped patchwork framing her ass was definitely… craftsmanship to admire. I did my best not to let my gaze linger. Still, I could safely say I'd be able to draw that part of her from memory, too.
"I'll do it at the office…" I promised, trailing off when she tugged on my sleeve for a second.
"Can we do that next?" Her eyes were wide with curiosity as she pointed toward a shooting range with paint-filled balloons.
"Don't see why not," I answered slowly, trying to prolong her grip on me.
Noah smiled and led the way to the booth as I followed with the intent to let her have her way tonight. I'd come here to watch her experience a carnival for the first time, after all. It only made sense I let her have the reins. Besides, giving up a bit of control to her wasn't scary, not like it'd be with someone else. She was more than capable, and…well, she looked good leading.
"What else do you want to try?" I asked as we got in line.
Noah tapped her index finger against her chin as she looked around. Her nails were usually long and painted, but tonight, they were short and bare.
