Page 63 of One Last Time
Once we’re all in the living room, Danielle hugs me and heads home. Nicole follows right after with her parting words of sexual appreciation. Heather, Eli, Noah, and I stand in the livingroom.
“So?” I shift myweight.
“We should get going,” Eli says, nodding atHeather.
“Yeah,” she agrees. “Noah?”
I look to him, not wanting him to leave. We need to talk about what just happened. I freaking attacked him on the floor. Normal people don’t do that on the day they get divorced. What is wrong withme?
“Do you think—” I say, but he speaks at the sametime.
“I wasgoing—”
Heather snorts. “Why don’t we leave you guys to talk? I know you’re behind on the article,right?”
I love her. She’s now myfavorite.
“Yes. That’s what I was going to say.” I look to him. “We should probably talk a little and make plans for how we’re going to handlethings.”
“Of course,” heagrees.
Eli lets out a mix of a laugh and a cough. “Good thing you brought your own car,Noah.”
I was so stupid to think I was going to be able to stay away from him or that he was going to make this easy and walk away. It’s been clear from the beginning there is something betweenus.
I don’t know what itmeans.
I don’t know if this is the rightthing.
But he makes me feel as if I’m strong enough to findout.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Heather pulls me into herarms.
“Okay.”
Her eyes are filled with a warning, but then her lips lift to a smirk. You’d think I was fifteen and about to have sex for the first time. Hell, we aren’t going to have sex now. We’re going to sit like adults, with a wooden table between us, andtalk.
That is what musthappen.
Nosex.
They leave, and my nerves grow with each second we’re alone. My chest is tight as Noah and I look at each other. So many things to say, but I can’tspeak.
I want to ask him what this is and why are we unable to stop it. I want to know if this is normal. If I would still be this attracted to him if I weren’tdivorced.
“Can we talk?” I finallyspeak.
“We probablyshould.”
“At the table,” Iclarify.
He takes a seat, and I walk around to the other side. There’s no way I’m sitting close to him. I’ll probably attack him again and break my furniture in theprocess.
“Okay, I don’t know what came over me in the kitchen, but clearly, I don’t know how to use my brain around you. I know I’m sending all kinds of mixed signals, and I’m sorry for that, but you make it hard to think,” I blurt out. “I’m a thinker, Noah. I think a lot, and this is weird and unlikeme.”
He runs his hands through his hair. “You don’t exactly have me doing what I want to do, either. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this crazy about agirl.”
“You’re crazy aboutme?”
