Page 32 of Treacherous

"Martin?" Noah snorted. "You do realize it’s a guitar, right? Just a piece of wood with a hole in it."

"To you maybe," I snapped as I placed Martin back in his case and closed the lid before tucking it against the wall of my porch. "To me it’s a vessel."

"You're a strange type of girl," he said dryly.

"Andyouare a noisy-assed neighbor," I shot back angrily. "Belated birthday wishes and all but other people have to live on this street, too."

"You could hear them last night?" he asked and the way he said it bothered the hell out of me.

"Yes, I could hearyoupartying to your heart's content," I informed him. "I also heard the latest figures on the number of smokers dying of lung disease." I stared meaningfully at his cigarette. "It's not good news, I'm afraid."

"You're not what I expected," Noah mused as he got to his feet and made his way down his porch steps.

There was no wall separating our front yards. He tipped the remainder of what was in his mug onto the grass between our driveways and then took a long drag of his cigarette before flicking the butt onto my side of the yard.

I rolled my eyes and stalked down my porch steps towards him. "And what did you expect?" I asked haughtily as I picked up his cigarette butt, quenched it and then threw it back at him. Unfortunately the breeze went against me and the cigarette butt landed on my side of the driveway.

Noah laughed and I muttered a curse under my breath before chasing after it.

"Not you," Noah replied as he exhaled heavily. "I didn’t expect you."

"You're acting stranger than usual," I told him as I marched back to where he was standing. "No sarcastic comments or crushing insults this morning?"

"Not yet," he replied as he stared at me, likereallystared at me.

Hooking my fingers in the pocket of Noah's jeans I stuffed his cigarette butt inside his pocket before wiping my hands on his black t-shirt. "Don’t drop your shit in my yard," I said sweetly. I rested my hands on my hips and glared up at his stupid face. He was staring at me in such a way I was beginning to get freaked out. "What are you up to?"

No reply, just more staring…

"Stop looking at me like that, Noah, I mean it," I snapped.

"I think I like looking at you," he finally replied with a sigh.

He sounded reluctant. How sweet.

You think?"Since when?" I asked, my tone a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

"Since now," he husked before snaking his arm out and grabbing the back of my neck. His lips crushed against mine and I was momentarily lost in a burst of emotions and feelings.

A fierce blast of pleasure coursed through me, followed by a demanding pulsing in my groin. My body went pliant in his arms, clearly lost to sensation. The second his tongue invaded my mouth I came crashing back to earth with a bang. Out of the pure shock of feeling Noah Messina's tongue down my throat I did what any girl would do in my situation.

I bit down.

Hard.

"Fuck." Jerking away from me, Noah proceeded to dab his tongue with his thumb. "What the hell, Teagan?"

"It's your fault," I shot back, but the fight went out of me when I noticed the blood on his thumb. "Oh my god," I mumbled. "You're bleeding."

"You're sharp," he snapped before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and glaring at me.

"You better hope you've got a strong stomach."

"Why?" I asked warily.

Noah smirked. "My tongue bar." He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. "You must've swallowed it." Shrugging, he added, "Hope it doesn’t pierce anything important."

"I'm going to die," I cried before clutching my throat. Coughing as hard as I could I attempted to spit it out all while Noah laughed his ass off.

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