His eyes go toward Kennedy, who’s looking at the door, before glancing down at her phone. “Shit. I didn’t know.”
“Duh.” I push his shoulder and get his attention back. “The question is, what are you going to do about it now that you do?”
Lincoln looks as hesitant as Kennedy did when she admitted she was crushing on him. “It won’t be weird for you?”
I roll my eyes at the question. “If I wasn’t okay with it, I wouldn’t be here telling you to go kiss another girl. Trust me. You’d know if I wasn’t fine with something.”
His lips pull up at the corners. “Good point. I don’t want you two to leave.”
My chin gestures toward my roomie, who looks more uncomfortable with each passing second. “Then go do something about it.”
That’s the only encouragement he needs before walking over to her. She stands a little taller and searches the room for me. When I give her a thumbs-up, she focuses back on Lincoln.
I don’t know what he says, but he pulls her back into the crowd of people dancing and tugs her into his front.
When I see him lean down, I look away to give them a little privacy. Watching people make out isn’t high on my list of things I love doing.
Pulling out my phone, I smile at the notifications I’m getting from the pictures I posted. I scroll through the likes and comments, snorting at my brother telling me to put a sweater on, and slowly let the smile fade when I see one person who hasn’t interacted at all.
Noah usually is the first person who likes my posts. Granted, they’re usually witty memes, cute selfies, or random pictures I take of scenery I think is pretty.
My stomach drops at the lack of attention from the one person I want it from, so I make sure my friends are okay before heading out.
On the short walk from the frat to my dorm, I reply to a few comments, text my brother, and debate on reaching out to Noah to see what he’s up to tonight.
Before I can press send on the message, I stop when I see a familiar truck parked in one of the spots in front of my building. Then my eyes go to the person sitting on the front steps of the entrance.
As soon as Noah sees me approach, he stands up with an angry expression shadowing his face and asks, “What thehellare you wearing?”
CHAPTER THIRTY
The seething twenty-three-year-oldwalks toward me with his eyes taking in all the skin on display in my costume.
I flatten out the skirt and stare at him as he stops in front of me. “You don’t like it?” I ask innocently, tugging at my shirt and exposing a little more of my boobs in the push-up bra I’m wearing underneath.
He steps closer to me, a deadpan expression darkening his eyes, making me shrink a little. “You’re barely wearing anything. What made you think this was a good idea?”
There are girls walking by us in less clothing than what I’m wearing, so I’d say he’s being a little dramatic. “I think you’re overreacting. Did you not see the girl in literal lingerie and angel wings that walked by? I could be in my panties right now like them but I’m not.”
His eyes dip down to my chest before quickly moving back up. “Why an EMT?”
“You know why.”
There’s a tiny flare to his nostrils as his jaw grinds back and forth. “You posted those pictures to get my attention,” is what he says next, causing my brows to arch.
So hedidsee them.The inner goddess in me does a high-five. “You should feel honored. I wanted to dress like someone I look up to.”
His head drops back as he sighs, both hands going to scrub down his face in exasperation. “We both know your motive was a lot less honorable than that.”
Interest has me grinning. “And what could you possibly mean by that, Noah Kingsley? Maybe I’m an honorable woman.”
“You’reeighteen,” he replies tartly.
I cross my arms. “Your point?”
Once again, his gaze dips to the boobs on display before he cusses under his breath and peels his jacket off. “My point is,” he tells me, draping his jacket over me, “is that no eighteen-year-old is considered an honorable woman. You’re not an adult. You’re still a teenager. Eighteen.”
I scoff as he zips up the coat, putting my hand on his to stop him midway. “I hate to break it to you, but eighteen is considered a legal adult. Remember?”