Page 80 of It Was Always You

"Yeah, Easton's just covering it up. We were thinking about making ourselves a snack."

"I'll have cupcakes ready in about twenty minutes if you want one," I offered, concentrating hard to keep my tone from sounding too eager. I realized too late that I hadbeen pouring the batter into the cupcake paper for too long and it had spilled over the side.

Noah stepped closer, his chest rubbing across my shoulder. "A little distracted?" He winked.

My whole body flushed with heat. Noah had just winked at me. And his bare chest had just brushed against my shoulder. I tried to even my breathing. "Um...just a little."

He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I'll try not to be so distracting."

Chills ran down my spine. He was definitely flirting with me.

With shaky hands, I grabbed a spoon from the drawer and tried to scoop the excess batter off the side of the pan and into a new cupcake paper. Noah just watched me. I tried to come up with some sort of witty response to his flirtatious whisperings, but my brain apparently had stopped working with the overload.

He took a seat on the stool next to me. "So, what kind of cupcakes are you making?"

I focused on what I was doing, not allowing myself to take a look at him even though I really wanted to. "Chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter frosting."

"My favorite?" he asked.

I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "Yeah." I guess they were his favorite, too.

The sliding door opened again, and Easton stepped inside with his towel wrapped around his shoulders.

"Remind me not to try that until it's at least twenty degrees outside."

Noah laughed. "Will do."

"Do you want a sandwich or something?" Easton asked, going to the fridge.

"Sure, I could eat." Noah stood and grabbed the sandwich makings that Easton handed to him.

I tried not to watch Noah too much as he made his food. But I caught myself sneaking glances at him.

And when he talked about how he wished he knew how to make a sandwich the same as the one he'd had earlier this week, I couldn't help but remember last night.

They finished their food quicker than I'd wanted, and Easton took their plates to the sink. "I think I'll go take a shower real quick before we start our gaming again," he said to Noah.

Noah leaned over the counter next to me, his shoulder blade standing out. He really needed to go and put a shirt on. He was making me so uncomfortable...in a good way. Making me want to see if his muscles felt as good as they looked.

"Yeah, go ahead. Mind if I wash the chlorine off in the shower up here?" he asked.

His gaze slid to mine, and it was like he was trying totell me about how this wouldn't be the first shower he'd taken at our house this week.

"Go ahead," Easton said as he walked out of the room. "There should be clean towels in the closet. I'm sure Lexi could help you."

"I'm sure she could," Noah said under his breath. Then he looked back to me. "Or I could just take one in your bathroom, right?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.

I shook my head and couldn't keep the blush from rising on my cheeks. "You are going to get us caught if you keep that up," I whispered in a hushed tone.

He laughed. "You know what? After this afternoon, I kind of don't care."

What did he mean by that?

As if he could read my thoughts, he leaned closer, his hot breath on my cheek. "I think we broke up too soon."

And then before I could say anything, he grabbed his towel off the back of the chair he'd set it on earlier, threw it over his shoulder, and walked out of the room.

I was in so much trouble.

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