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With a roll of his eyes, he countered, “It’s been over a month since I’ve had sex. The wind blowing your hair would make me hard at this point.”
I eyed him curiously. “You haven’t had sex in a month?”
“Since I haven’t been with you, it’s just been me and my hand.” At my surprise, he cocked his brows. “Why does that shock you?”
“I guess I just thought you’d find someone else.”
Noah’s expression darkened. “There’s no one else in the world for me but you.”
My heartbeat thrummed wildly at his words and the intensity with which he’d said them. “I know what you mean.”
Staring intently at me, Noah asked, “What does mi cono mojado mean?”
I jerked back from him. “What?” I screeched.
He smiled. “You were mumbling it in your sleep.”
“Oh God, this isn’t happening,” I said before once again burying my head in my hands.
“Gaby, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t believe I said that.”
His voice became ridiculously tender. “Is it something about the way you feel for me?”
Once again, I could only peek at him through my hands. “It means my pussy is wet.”
Noah blue eyes bulged before he busted out laughing. The noise felt like spikes in my head. “Seriously?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
With a wicked smirk, he said, “That makes more sense considering you were rubbing your tits against me, which in turn made me hard.”
“Ugh. Please put me out of my misery and kill me now.”
“Nope. I traveled too far and went through too much just to off you for sharing what you truly felt.”
“There were so many ways I wanted to tell you how wrong I was and how much I cared. Better ways than being drunk out of my mind.”
“I’ve heard people say that no one speaks the truth better than a drunk man.” He winked at me. “Or in your case a drunk chick.”
“If I said how much I missed you and how I selfish I was, it was the truth.”
Shaking his head, Noah replied, “You weren’t wrong to ask that of me, Gaby. I was the bastard who couldn’t give you what you needed.”
“Even though I hear what you and the priest are saying, I just can’t believe it.”
“Wait, what priest?”
“The one I confessed to.”
With a smirk, Noah asked, “Please tell me you didn’t confess to everything in our relationship.”
“I kept it G-rated.”
“Thank God.”
Eyeing him curiously, I asked, “What did you mean when you said you went through too much to kill me?”
