Page 11 of The Kissing Booth
‘I’m really, really sorry, Noah,’ I whimpered. I felt all gross now after throwing up. ‘I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your party.’
‘You didn’t ruin my party, Elle,’ he told me.
I nodded fiercely, but stopped when it made me feel sick again. ‘Yes I did. I’m really sorry!’
‘It’s okay,’ he laughed. ‘Calm down.’
I scowled, and punched him on the chest.Wow. That is one solid chest. I bet he has a six-pack too. Maybe even an eight-pack, knowing Noah. Or a ten-pack! Is there even such a thing? Possibly... If there was, Noah would have one.
Halting my internal babble, I said, ‘Don’t laugh at me.’
He laughed harder, and pulled me to my feet. I half fell, so he wrapped an arm around my waist to support me. After helping me stagger back over to the bed, he let me drop on top of the covers.
‘I’ll be back in ten minutes to ch—’
I was already asleep.
Chapter 3
SUNLIGHT WAS TRYINGto filter through the drapes, but it was weak early morning sunshine, and the glow turned the room a dark blue. I closed my eyes again, trying to snuggle my head down into the soft squishy pillow under my head. I curled into a tighter ball under a thick comforter.
I was so cozy and warm. And everything smelled... it was something between citrus and woodsy. Whatever it was, it was a really great smell. And I was sure I’d smelled it somewhere before on someone...
I gasped suddenly, sitting bolt upright.
My bedroom didn’t smell like that. And my bed was not this comfortable. Neither did my room have blue drapes.
So... where the hell was I?
I looked around. Everything was sort of familiar... But I definitely hadn’t been here before. I threw the covers off and saw I was wearing a boy’s shirt that was too big on me, just a plain gray shirt. It smelled just like the pillows.
I still had all my underwear on though – that was a good sign.
I climbed out of the bed carefully. What the hell had happened last night? I strained my memory, but came up short. I vaguely recalled dancing on the pool table. Had I really had that much to drink?
There was a disgusting taste in my mouth to match my pounding headache.
I must have thrown up. I remembered someone holding my hair back for me. It must’ve been Lee; he would’ve taken care of me.
But where was I?
I tiptoed over to the door of the bedroom and poked my head out. I practically cried in relief to see I was in Lee and Noah’s house. It must be Noah’s room I crashed in – in all these years I’d never been in his room.
So...whywas I in Noah’s room? Why not one of the guest rooms? Or Lee’s?
I went back to the bed, my head pounding so hard I didn’t think I could stay on my feet much longer, and looked at the alarm clock. It was only half eight in the morning. In the hopes of sleeping off my hangover, I snuggled back under the covers, breathing in Noah’s smell.
Just as I was about to drift into unconsciousness again, the door opened slowly, making the hinges creak.
My eyes flashed back open immediately, and my eyes met Noah’s. He was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel around his hips, hung right down low, and his chest and abs were still streaked with droplets of water, his black hair dripping.
My eyebrows shot up. Six-pack. Who’d have thought it?
I couldn’t help but blush at how he made my heart was race just by looking at me.
‘Sorry,’ he said quietly. ‘I didn’t mean to wake you.’
‘It’s okay,’ I said, my voice a little croaky. I cleared my throat, but even that noise hurt my head. ‘I just woke up anyway.’
