Page 32 of One Last Time
Crap.
“Sorry, I must still be a little hungover.” Or a little smitten and unable tofocus.
He pushes back a strand of my hair that fell forward and tucks it behind my ear. “Well, you lookbeautiful.”
My fingers grip the edge of the table, tightening at his compliment. “Thank you.” I look at my toes, hoping to hide the blush on my cheeks. I can’t remember the last time I was this nervous around aman.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m free from Scott, but it’s strange and unnerving. This shouldn’t be how I’m reacting to him. He’s an assignment, and as a journalist—which I’m calling myself even though in actuality I’m writing for a gossip blog—I should be professional. Noah brings the doe-eyed girl in meout.
Noah’s finger moves to my chin, and he lifts it up. The intensity in his eyes causes butterflies in my stomach to flutter. Has a man ever looked at me like this? I don’t think so. There’s so much desire there that I could drown init.
I’ve already drowned once before. In fact, I’m still treading waternow.
“Noah,” I shake my head. “I . . . I have to pee.” He takes a step back, and I could quite possibly die of mortification. “I mean, I have to see . . .something.”
He laughs, and I slap myself mentally—twice. “No problem. I’ll move so you can . . . seesomething.”
“Can we just go since I clearly am hell bent on making all of our interactions awkward? Ireallyneed this interview, and I’d like for us to do it before I scare youoff.”
Noah’s lips turn up, and he lifts his chin. “You want us to do it,huh?”
I release a heavy sigh while looking at the ceiling. “Shoot menow.”
“I’m just giving you a hard time.” He nudgesme.
“I guess I deserve it after you babysat my drunk ass allnight.”
Noah slowly nods. “This istrue.”
I push his chest lightly and giggle. “You’re not supposed toagree.”
“You said it,” hedefends.
“I giveup.”
Noah wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his side. “I’m kidding. It was my honor to make sure you didn’t drown in thepool.”
Our eyes meet, and something electric flows between us. It’s different from last night, more intense if that’s even possible. My heart races as his fingers tense, and we stare at eachother.
The phone rings, and he slowly drops his arm from aroundme.
“I should get that,” I croak before clearing mythroat.
“Right.”
I grab the phone and see Scott’s number. That’s one way to kill amood.
“Hello,” I answer, keeping my back toNoah.
“Mommy!”
“Hi, baby.” I smile hearing Aubrey’s voice over theline.
I turn, look at the sexy celebrity standing in my house, and cover the receiver. “It’s my daughter. I’ll be just asecond.”
Noahnods.
“Do you miss me?” sheasks.
