Page 142 of Naughty & Nice

Our journey home has been a very different experience from the one going to Canada.

Noelle and I are still full of excitement; that hasn’t changed. However, the reason for the butterflies is very different.

Before we were impatient for our long-awaited trip. Now, I can’t wait to get home and fully embark on life as her boyfriend.

My lips twitch with my need to smile just thinking about her being my girlfriend.

I’m a boyfriend.

Her boyfriend.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that.

One day I could be her fiancé…

My heart begins to beat a little faster as I think about her with my ring on her finger. That image is quickly followed up by another of her in a white dress walking toward me, and then another of her with a swollen belly.

My dick hardens at the thought of her carrying my baby. Something incredible that we created together.

It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

Noelle and a life together.

I’m so close to having it right now.

There’s a part of me that worries it’s all too good to be true and that something is going to come along and derail it. But I refuse to let that thought settle, because I know that it’ll result in me being the one to cause issues.

I want to enjoy this and everything that comes with it. Even the anxiety, if that’s possible.

With my fingers entwined with Noelle’s, we drive past the ‘welcome to South Carolina’ sign.

We’re nearly home…

I glance in the rearview mirror at the grumpy jerk in the back and find him fast asleep, just like I have most of the journey.

The only time he’s been awake was to video call some jersey chaser and arrange a hook-up for tonight.

I fucking hated listening to him talking to her, knowing that Noelle was hearing it all.

She didn’t react, or at least, not that I could tell.

I know we agreed that what we had at the cabin was just a few days of no-strings fun, but even still, it can’t feel good hearing someone plan your replacement.

“I love you,” I whisper softly before lifting her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of her knuckles.

“I love you too,” she says, a genuine smile lighting up her face. “I can’t wait to get home.”

“Hmm, me too. Something tells me you’re going to have a boy in your room tonight.”

Her chin drops as she puts on a fake shocked face as her free hand covers her heart.

“How dare you,” she mocks. “Good girls like me don’t have boys in our rooms at night.”

Wilder scoffs from the backseat, proving that while his eyes might be closed, he's very much awake.

Of course he is. Asshole probably just wanted to get out of driving.

Noelle rolls her eyes but doesn’t comment on his reaction.

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