Page 71 of Kissing Chaos
“I know,” I say shortly, a cramp ripping through my defenses.
“What’s wrong, honey? You sound pained.”
My filter is officially gone because I mutter “monthly stuff” without hesitation before facepalming myself for blabbing.
“Do you have someone around to help you out?”
“Mom, no. I’m fine.” I try to placate her, but her mom senses must be more powerful, because she reads right through it.
“Certainly not. You sound miserable, honey. I’ll be there in an hour.” With that, she ends the call, and I’m stuck wondering what the hell just happened.
***
Before I can get comfortable on the couch, my phone goes off again, Noah’s name lighting up the screen.
“Hey.”
“You okay, chaos?” His concern has butterflies filling my stomach for a moment.
“What do you mean?”
“Your brother just texted me telling me I needed to cause a distraction for you later if you still have company.”
I roll my eyes. Of course, Reese pulled it onto Noah.
“My mom’s coming down. I asked for help to get her gone later if it turns out to be too much to handle. Not sure of my mental capacity today.”
“Need me to come home?” he asks. Not me silently loving how we’ve taken to referring to our two lofts as “home.”
My eyes pinch closed as another bout of pain overtakes my middle, the smallest whimper slipping through my lips. Too late, I realize Noah hears it.
“Jett? I can be home in forty-five minutes. Just say the word.”
“No, um. Just girl stuff.” My cheeks heat with embarrassment, even though he’s proven not to be affected by talk of cycles.
I hear him sigh in relief that it is nothing more than that.
“I’m sorry, gorgeous. Today is your day off, right? Get some rest, and I’ll pick up anything you need on my way home. Just text me a list of what you want.”
“You don’t need to, Noah.”
“Didn’t say anything about me, now did I? If you don’t send me a list, I’ll just go get random things that sound good, and you can’t hold me accountable for any of the random shit I bring you.”
“Okay, okay,” I say softly. “Same things as last month please.”
“Animal crackers, peanut butter cups, and Twizzlers. Got it. Try to get some rest, sweet girl. I love you.”
“Love you, too, Noah.”
The feel of the words is still so new and makes me feel all the feels. Though that could also be due to the crazy influx of hormones.
“If you think of anything you need, just text me.”
“Okay, dear.”
I can hear the smile in his voice as he parts ways.
“See you later, chaos. Give Sadie ear scratches for me.”
