Page 99 of Make Me Dream of You

“Where’s your lady friend?” I ask as I sit opposite him at the counter.

“She’s in bed, sleeping. I hope.”

Noah comes around behind me and almost knocks the air out of me as he wraps his arms around me tightly from behind.

His lips brush along my ear. “Morning,” he whispers.

Wood smirks at us. He puts the plate on a tray along with a small carafe of syrup and a glass of orange juice and carries it away to his room without another word.

I squeeze Noah’s tattooed arms to my chest and tilt my head, giving him more access. He kisses along my jaw and down my neck, making me grin.

“How long has Wood known?”

“Since the morning we left for the lake house.”

“That tracks.”

The green light flashes on the waffle maker and Noah rushes back to the kitchen.

“Wood helped me, so they should be better this time.” He plates me a giant waffle.

“They were great last time,” I assure him.

His dark blue eyes brighten, and I have half a mind to throw the waffle aside and kiss and taste him instead. But I don’t.

The waffle is better this time.

My phone dings in my pocket and I check my notification.

Bex:

Yeah I stayed with a friend last night,

sorry to worry you!

A “friend.”

Interesting.

“Bex didn’t come home last night,” I say, casually. “I think she might be seeing someone.”

“Hm.” Noah takes a giant bite of waffle, syrup dripping from his lip. He shrugs then starts tidying the mixing bowls and measuring cups, avoiding making eye contact.

“Do you know something?” I ask.

He looks up and says, “No,” quickly. Too quickly.

“You know who she’s seeing.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t care what Bex does or who she does it with—that’s her business. I’m sure she’ll tell us when there’s something to tell.”

I go to him and put my arms around his neck as he encircles my waist. “Okay.”

He kisses my forehead.

“So, where are we going?”

He parts his lips just enough to show the edges of his teeth. “We have to get changed first.”

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