Page 19 of Beauty and the Cop
"I can get there myself, Noah."
"Good to know. I'm still walking you."
I roll my eyes, but I'm not really annoyed. He always walks me back home, like he's worried I might be kidnapped between his front door and mine. It's honestly really sweet.
I straighten up the living room while he grabs his stuff, trying not to leave a mess for him to deal with when he finally gets home. He's always exhausted after a call. He shouldn't have to worry about cleaning up dinner dishes and cookie crumbs.
In less than four minutes, we're heading across the street to my house, neither of us saying much. It's a little awkward, which I hate. But now really isn't the time to address the kiss-that-wasn't.
"Good luck," I whisper, lingering at the door when we make it up the stairs to my porch. I glance up at him to find him staring at me the same way he was back at his place.
He doesn't say anything. Instead, he steps forward, cupping my cheek again. He leans in to kiss my cheek like usual, his beard tickling my skin.
A whimper climbs up my throat before I can stop it.
He pulls back, his green eyes boring into mine. "See you soon, Dimples."
"Bye, Noah," I whisper, not sure what else to say.
He waits until I'm inside before he jogs back to his place. I watch through the window as he turns to look at my house before shaking his head and climbing into his SUV.
I watch until his taillights disappear down the street before I sink down onto the couch, my heart racing.
Noah Kirk almost kissed me.
I think I'm going to need new batteries tonight.
Chapter Seven
Noah
"Ihave something foryou," Elsie says, grinning at me as soon as I open the front door to find her standing on my porch, dressed and ready for the day in a pencil skirt and an emerald-colored blouse that I'd really like to tear from her body.
Fucking hell.
Living across from her is like living in purgatory.
Every day, I find a new reason to fall for her. Two nights ago, I damn near said fuck it and kissed her, so that she'd finally know that I'm wild about her. And then my goddamn phone rang, ruining the moment.
I haven't seen her since. I haven't been home to see her.
It's been driving me out of my fucking mind.
Did she want me to kiss her? Did she want me to fuck off?
I don't know, and I'm afraid to ask. Sometimes, like the other night, she looks at me like she's dying for a taste. But then, other times, she tells me that I'm a great friend, and I have no fucking clue what she wants.
I'm ready to make a move, but I'm worried as fuck that if I do, I'll ruin this thing we've got going on, and the only time I'll be allowed to spend with her will be the time I spend watching her through her window.
Fuck the friendzone. I want forever.
So much so that it's turning me into a goddamn madman.
"Shouldn't you be on the way to work already?" I ask, cringing when the question comes out far more abrupt and gruff than intended.
She notices and blinks at me.
I should apologize. I fucking know I should. But she's standing in front of me, looking like a goddess, and I'm slowly losing my mind. I haven't slept since the day before yesterday. She's perfect. My dick hurts. And I'm just…irritable as hell.
