Page 71 of Cross My Heart

Yeah, really. Let’s hope I am.

Or this is going to be really painful.

“Well, it’s time I get going,” I tell him, wanting to go home and wait for Noah. There’s no way in hell he’s going to bed without talking to me first. “I need to go home.”

Gus smirks, and I can tell he sees right through me. “Alright, man.”

“Have a good night,” I tell him, then walk away.

I speed all the way home, hoping Noah is there, hoping he didn’t go home with Thomas. But when I finally get here, his truck is missing. God fucking damn it.

I punch the steering wheel three times, then breathe in deeply. But just as I get out of my truck, he pulls up behind me. I sigh in relief, leaning against my vehicle to wait for him. If he thinks he’s getting out of this, he has another thing coming. All I know is that I need to know if they had sex. I need to know if he betrayed me.

Noah gets out of his truck, walks right toward me, then stops in his tracks when he sees me. He’s tense, a vein bulging angrily on his forehead, and he narrows his eyes on me. But I don’t care if he’s pissed off—I’m angrier than he is.

“What do you want, Tyler?” he snaps. “Why are you waiting for me?”

I breathe in deeply as he gets closer and closer until his shoes touch mine, and I wrap a hand around his throat and slam him against the side of my truck. He gasps, and I tighten my hand. “What the fuck was that, Noah?” I ask through gritted teeth. “And don’t say it was nothing—I know better. You wanted me to be jealous. So here I am. Fucking crazy over you. Just like you wanted me.”

I let go of his throat slightly, but he doesn’t even cough. Instead, he narrows his eyes but stays quiet.

“Deny it,” I growl. “Tell me I’m imagining it.”

“You’re imagining it.”

“Tell me what you did with him,” I demand, my body turning hot at the possibility of him having sex with someone else. Hot with anger. Hot with rage. Just hot. “Did you put your cock inside of him?”

“And if I did?”

I slam his head against the window, and he wraps his hand around my neck now too, turning my body toward the door and slamming me against it—hard. The wind is knocked out of my lungs, and now we’re just standing here, hands wrapped around each other’s throats. I let go, but he doesn’t.

My eyes are narrowed as his hand goes slack. “You’re a fucking traitor,” I say through gritted teeth.

“No more than you are.”

That hurts, but I can’t fault him for it. So I just nod. “Are we even?”

He contemplates it. “No.”

“Did you fuck him?”

“It’s none of your business, Tyler.” He smiles sweetly, and I snarl.

“Answer me.”

“No.” His eyes flash with lust and longing as he looks at me, and my cock thickens in my jeans. My body tightens, and I pray for friction. For anything he’ll give me. “I didn’t fuck him.”

“Did you kiss him?”

“I did.”

I grit my teeth, my molars grinding at his answer. “Fuck you.”

He smirks. “You’ve always wanted that from me, haven’t you, love?”

“Not anymore,” I lie, and he falters.

Noah’s eyes narrow on me, and he palms my dick over my jeans, rubbing his hand over it. “Liar.”

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