Page 69 of The Kissing Booth
‘No,’ he said, his brow knitting together.
‘Oh, what then – his leg? An arm, maybe?’
He took a couple of steps toward me. ‘No. I think he got the message to back off just from the look I gave him,’ he said smugly. ‘I scared the shit out of him.’
‘But you... you didn’t actuallysayanything to Warren? Ordoanything? Oh my God, I must have stepped into some parallel universe.’
He laughed sarcastically. ‘I didn’t have to do anything. He already got the message.’
I shook my head slightly to myself, still reeling from the shock.
‘Besides, even I could see it was an accident,’ he muttered grudgingly.
‘It’s not like anybody saw anything.’
‘Except me.’
‘Well, yeah, but... I mean, you’ve... You know what I mean.’
He smirked at my red cheeks and my confusion.
‘You’re the one who wears Superman boxers anyway.’ I could see the band peeking over the top of his jeans. I remembered how I’d actually made him blush when I saw him in them.
‘Whatever,’ he said dismissively – though he couldn’t meet my eye. I grinned triumphantly, knowing I’d managed to embarrass him.
As I strolled out of Lee’s room, brushing past Noah, I said casually, ‘Imagine what everybody would say if they found out that bad-ass Flynn wore Superman boxers—’
‘You wouldn’t.’
I looked over my shoulder with an innocent smile, biting my lip as if daring him to try me.
When he tried to grab me, I gasped and made a dash for the closest room, which just happened to be his.
I couldn’t decide whether to say thank you or curse my luck, but I was now stuck in Noah’s room and he closed the door behind him, grinning at me.
I backed up, but he took a step closer to match each one of mine.
When my back hit the wall and I had nowhere left to turn, Noah seized his advantage and was suddenly pressed right up against me, his hot breath tickling my face.
‘Sometimes, Elle,’ he breathed, his lips brushing against mine ever so lightly, ‘you are too irresistible for your own good.’
A small thrill ran through me.
He dragged his lips over my jaw, making my pulse go manic and my breathing catch in my throat. When I couldn’t stand his teasing anymore, I grabbed his face and kissed him. This time, I didn’t clash teeth. A hell of a lot of practise had seen tothat.
He pulled away when I was totally breathless, and my eyes opened very slowly to meet his. Noah brushed a piece of still-wet hair off my face and let his hand linger on my cheek tenderly.
‘You’re so gorgeous, Elle, you know that?’ he said softly, his thumb brushing over my cheek. I saw him smirk when I blushed. It was so weird. The girls had told me a couple of times that I was pretty and I’d get teased by the guys that I was hot – but when Noah said it, my heart did those weird flip-flop things.
‘I love making you blush.’ I could hear the laugh in his voice.
‘Shut up,’ I muttered, pushing against his chest weakly.
‘You should go back,’ he murmured, ‘before they start to wonder what’s taking you so long.’
‘Or before Lee thinks we’ve murdered each other.’
Noah chuckled. ‘Yeah, that’s more likely.’
