Page 104 of They Are Mine

I glance at him.

Noah shifts, looking a little uncomfortable.

“Plays guitar, too,” she adds, tearing a small bite of bread.

“No,” I say. I take another bite of lasagna, because I need something to do with my mouth before I say something stupid.

Juliet sighs, like Noah’s been keeping secrets. “He’s really good.”

Noah gives a half-smile, shaking his head like she’s exaggerating.

“I already told Noah you lift like a beast,” she says, her bright blue eyes locking onto mine. “Though, I mean… you can tell just by looking at you.”

She pops the small bite of bread between her lips, chewing slowly.

Jesus.

“You’re absolutely carved in stone,” she murmurs.

I grip my fork tighter.

Shameless.

No hesitation. No shyness.

Just Juliet, sitting between us, running her mouth like she’s completely unaware that she’s making it impossible to focus on anything else.

Noah glances at her and smiles, shaking his head like he’s used to this.

Then he shrugs at me, like,Yeah, man. This is just how she is.

And fuck me, I shrug back.

Because hell, maybe he’s right.

Maybe this is just how she is.

Maybe we’re just going to have to accept it.

I take another bite, because I don’t know what else to do.

And that’s when Juliet leans in, eyes shining, her voice so sweet, so unhinged, so completely fucking casual:

“Don’t eat too much,” she says, slicing her fork in her pasta, “There’s dessert…”

She lifts a bite to her mouth. “And after, well… I don’t want either of you to have too full of a tummy if we decide to take this to the other room.”

I almost fall out of my chair.

Noah chokes on his drink.

Juliet?

Juliet just smiles like she didn’t just drop an atomic bomb in the middle of dinner, and then?

She pops the bite of lasagna into her mouth, and chews like nothing happened.

I laugh, because this is straight out of a fucking porno.

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