Page 70 of Kissing Chaos
“You and Reece working together?”
“Anything for you.”
Her kiss is quick and sweet before she’s rushing toward her family.
“Daddy!” As she slings herself into her arms, I make the rounds, ensuring everything is still running smoothly.
As I’m replenishing the first of many empty cookie plates, Kristen walks over.
“You guys finally did it, yeah?” She smiles. While she is the town therapist, she’s also a really good friend. Talking to her has helped both me and Jett work through some of our past struggles.
“She’s worked her butt off for this, Kris. It’s thanks to you, you know.”
Kristen shakes her head in denial, but we all know it’s true. If she hadn’t had an opening that first day that Jett called, she’d have never moved down here.
“Well, I’m not here on official business. I’m here strictly as a friend. I feel like I don’t ever get to chat with the outside world anymore, and Jett only comes in once a month.”
“We’re both glad you could be here. Seriously, Kristen. Maybe you and Declan should join us some when we all get together at Riley’s. Like old times.”
“I’d like that. Not sure I can get the two stubborn Flynn boys to agree, but I’ll do my best.”
“All I can ask,” I say before she walks off. As I turn to grab another empty tray, I nearly bump into Jett. She grabs my hand and pulls me behind her, walking toward the back office. When I open my mouth to ask what is going on, she shushes me. As she closes the door behind us, I expect her to talk.
Instead, she pushes my back into the door, jumps, and wraps her legs around my waist. My hands settle under her thighs as her lips find mine easily, and I let her control the kiss.
It’s her usual close-mouthed sweet kiss but with so much passion, I’m worried she may light us on fire.
As she backs off and rests her forehead against mine, I watch as a jumble of emotions rush across her face before settling on one: pure joy.
“Not that I’m complaining. Far from it. But what was that for?” I ask against her lips. I swear then and there that I’ll do anything to keep this happiness alive.
She shakes her head but smiles, that lip of hers nipped between her teeth. “Elevator mechanic. Caretaker extraordinaire. Chaos coordinator in every sense of the word. I’m never giving you up, Noah Slater.” She kisses me again before dropping to her feet.
“Mmm. Never get tired of kissing you, chaos.” I find her lips once more before moving away from the door and opening it. “But we should probably get back out to your grand opening, yeah?”
She nods, the grin still plastered to her face as she slips her fingers back into mine.
I don’t think life can get any better than this.
30
Jett
As my brain comes into consciousness, I silently groan.
Today is not the day. Another cramp rolls through. The misery of day one menstrual cramps is excessively painful. It must be a design flaw. Because why on God’s green Earth would he have purposely designed a body thatsheds its uterine lining. Painfully. Once. A. Month. Like, no thank you. Please return it and provide me with a new, better-functioning organ, please.
I pull my phone from under my pillow, having forgotten to charge it again, before curling into a tight ball and completely disappearing under the comforter on Noah’s bed. Sadie shifts against my feet. Since our truck bed date, it seems like we’ve unofficially moved in together. It’s both parts terrifying and exhilarating. It feels like we’ve moved so fast, but at the same time, we’ve been on this path for roughly five months now. Everything with Noah is just so seamless.
Once I tuck my knees all the way to my chest and wait for Sadie to settle in at my back, I check my phone. There is another text from my mom and a “good morning beautiful” text from Noah, complete with a sunrise picture from the roof of whatever building he is working at today.
I start to send a response when my phone rings, my mom’s photo popping up on the screen. Sighing and hoping I don’t live to regret it, I tap the green answer button.
“Hello?” My voice is twinged with discomfort, and I bite my lip and pray that she doesn’t notice.
“Jett,” my mom starts, clearly surprised that I answered. Can’t blame her. While things aren’t as rocky as they were, I’m still not joining Reece for his weekly calls with her. I also may or may not have been communicating through text only.
“Honey, I didn’t expect you to answer.”
