Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I watch as Roman squeezes Noah’s shoulder before finally getting up again and crossing the room, walking past us to grab a mug of coffee.
What’s with the touchy-touchy he has going on with Noah?
Maybe that’s just how Roman is with everybody, but I haven’t seen him chumming up to anyone else all week.
I grab a cold glass of water, nod at Rayne and Hunter, and head over to the table to take a seat directly across from Noah.
I sit there and grab a tangerine from one of the bowls at the center of the table, and as I roll it back and forth in my hand, I just watch him.
He looks annoyingly good in that tank top.
The low-cut arm holes somehow make him look even better with the way he’s sitting down, because the cotton hangs forward and you can see part of his chest exposed on the sides. The shirt must be an old one he cut up after a fraternity event, because the white text on the front reads Flirt-Fest Spring Semester, Valentine’s Day Bash.
A “flirt-fest” sounds exactly like the kind of bullshit party that Noah would plan. I’m sure it included some silly adult version of Spin the Bottle.
He’s looking down at his phone and obviously trying to ignore me, but I still catch his eyes as he glances up once, then twice.
He notices me staring.
“Are you going to eat that tangerine or just roll it like a stress ball?” he mutters.
“Don’t know yet.”
“Then what the fuck do you want? Can I help you?” he asks as he glares at me from under his lashes.
“Sure. Want to have a flirt-fest?”
“Asshole,” he mutters, shaking his head and looking back down at his phone.
“Could also use a full body massage. Where should I lie down?”
Roman reappears beside Noah, sitting down with a big mug of black coffee.
I know it’s kind of Roman’s thing to act like a bodyguard, but it really feels like he didn’t even want me to have one minute alone with Noah.
Roman nods at me. “You know, back when Oliver was single, he would have jumped at an offer to massage a guy like you. He’s very taken now, though.”
“I can see that.” When we both look over at Oliver and Niko now, Niko is literally scooping Oliver up off of the floor and holding him in his arms as they kiss. “Looks like they’re about to raw-dog each other on top of that stack of napkins.”
“Thanks, Torin,” Noah tells me. “Do you have to talk about raw-dogging over breakfast?”
Roman snorts a laugh. “Excuse me? Since when do you have a prudish bone in your body? Noah, last semester you nearly had sex on the kitchen floor with Jessica, and you did have sex with that one blond girl on the roof. You could have died up there, and you just bragged about it the next day.”
“Damn, bro,” I tell Noah, lifting an eyebrow. “Old habits die hard, don’t they?”
Noah looks like he wants to murder me.
Roman just seems confused. “What kind of old habits?”
“You haven’t told Roman about your past rooftop incidents?”
“And you haven’t shut up,” he tells me. “Anyway, I wasn’t in danger of dying. Not on that part of the roof.”
I reach out to grab my glass of water and I swear I see Noah flinch a little as I move. He thinks I’m going to lunge at him, over the dining room table. For fuck’s sake, it’s like the guy thinks I’m a complete monster every time I’m near him.
Not entirely false, I suppose, but still.
He starts talking about his new bench press routine to Roman, in a very clear attempt to change the subject. As he and Roman start to talk about their gym goals, I slide out my phone and open my messages to Noah.
You can chill out, Daisy. It’s not like I’m going to put my hand on your neck across the dining table.
Noah’s phone buzzes on top of the table and he slides it over toward him. I glance at it and see that he’s added me in his phone as Stepbrother Psychotic.
I feel a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.
He moves the phone screen so that it’s clearly out of Roman’s eyeshot. He quickly taps out a reply.
I don’t believe you.
It would turn you on too much if I did that, and I don’t know if you’re ready for that. Like I said, chill out.
And that’s how I know you’re deranged. Who says I’m not “chill,” by the way?
You act like you’re in trouble every time I walk into the room. Also, if you really fucked someone on top of the Onyx House roof, I’m proud of you.
Well, congratulations. Because I did it twice.
That’s hot as fuck.
I know it is.
I’m getting hard thinking about that.
??????? You made fun of me for the whole summer when I got busted by the cops with Bree on that roof before. You don’t make any sense.