Page 112 of Love to Hate You

Noah throws an arm around my shoulders and tugs me close. The way our easy comradery seeps back into our exchange is a relief.

“The last time you tried something,” I taunt. “I was the one who came out victorious.”

Noah rolls his eyes and grouses, “Yeah, well that’s because you fight dirty, like a girl.”

“Please…”

He’s right. I’ve been known to fight dirty if that’s what it takes to win. And against a guy who outweighs me by almost a hundred pounds, you better believe I’m going to use every advantage available.

I’m not an idiot.

“You grabbed my nuts and squeezed,” he grumbles.

I blink innocently. “Oh? Is that what I was holding onto? They were so small, I wasn’t sure.”

He shakes his head. “I sure hope Carter knows what he’s getting involved in.”

A smile spreads across my face. “After the brownie fiasco, I’m going to hazard a guess and say that he does.”

“You’re a fucking menace, Daisy Thompson.”

With lightning quick movements, he grabs my head and sinks his knuckles into my hair before scrubbing them back and forth.

Arrrggghhh.

I hate nuggies! Noah hasn’t done this to me in years. Not since the last time I grabbed his nuts.

“I couldn’t be prouder,” he laughs.

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