Page 101 of They Are Mine

She kisses my jaw.

Just like that.

Not shy, not careful, just casual as hell, like she does it all the time.

Like she’s already mine.

Her lips are soft. Warm.

Fuck.

“I’m so glad you came,” she says, all sunshine and ease. “I can’t wait for you two to get to know each other.”

She gives a little bounce on her toes, turning to Noah like this is some kind of playdate she set up.

He forces a smile.

And shit, I don’t know if he’s faking it for her or for me.

Juliet waves us off, shooing us toward the dining room. “Go sit down, I’ll serve in just a bit.”

Huh.

Okay.

The table’s already set, plates, silverware, drinks.

Mine’s a soda.

I pick it up, take a sip. It’s cream soda.

My favorite.

I pause, frowning slightly.

Odd.

I sit. Noah does too, right across from me.

Okay.

So we’re doing this.

I drum my fingers against the table, debating whether or not to say something.

“So… you been dating her long?” I ask, because fuck it, might as well acknowledge the fucking elephant sitting at the table with us.

Noah huffs a quiet laugh. “Yeah. Several months now.”

Several months.

Not years.

Interesting.

“This is kinda strange,” I say.

He laughs again, easy, like he’s already had to process this a long time ago. “Yeah. But she’s worth it.”

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