Page 38 of Prove Me Wrong
“Fine,” I huff, knowing that it’s safer for me to drop the conversation than to tease him. He hates it when I do that. “I need to go, but I will call you again tomorrow.”
“You better. Enjoy your iced latte, twinkle fingers.”
My frown deepens. “How’d you know I was getting one?”
“Because it’s Sunday morning right after therapy? I know you better than anyone, Mia.”
“True. And thank you for calling me, Sin.”
“Just stay strong, twinkle fingers.”
I hang up as I round the corner and walk into the café. It’s not very busy this morning, which I’m grateful for. If I had to wait for my caffeine hit, I think I’d get a migraine.
Ordering myself an iced latte, I also get a normal one and a baby one to take away and leave for Noah.
It’s only fair to repay him for yesterday.
My phone vibrates, and I pull it out to see MUM written across the screen. I stare down at it, pulse rattling, breath shaking slightly, until the call ends. My lips tighten as I slide it back into my pocket.
I’m still not ready to talk to her.
Taking the coffees from the barista, I make my way back home quickly. Seeing Noah’s red ute in the driveway makes my throat constrict as my anxiety kicks in once again. It’s becoming a daily occurrence, like my own shadow that I can’t shake off.
Stopping on his porch with the drinks in my hand, I knock and wait. I don’t know what to expect. It’s the weekend. Does he even want to see me if it’s not during my work time? Maybe I should just leave them here like he did for me yesterday?
My pulse races as I try rethinking my plan, but the door swings open and I’m met with his golden-framed apple eyes. They stare into mine before falling to the coffees, and a smile pulls on his stubbled face.
I take in his clean grey shirt with a few wrinkles, and loose shorts that show off his perfectly carved legs, and I have to force myself to swallow.
Leaning against the doorframe, his casual grin makes my heart flutter in an unusual way. I know other girls talk about having butterflies fluttering around in their stomachs, but mine feel like big, uncomfortable moths bashing into my sides.
“I didn’t know that you home delivered, Grey,” his honeyed voice murmurs, and I think my knees weaken a little.
Chapter Fourteen
NOAH
Leaning against the doorframe, I watch Mia's pretty, pouty lips part as she stares. I take in her effortless outfit, but my eyes linger on the familiar bow in her hair. It’s as if it’s an extension of her. I have to admit that they add to her natural cuteness.
Mia’s throat works before holding up the cardboard tray of coffees. “I wanted to pay you back for yesterday,” she admits with flared eyes that sparkle silver in the morning light like sunshine reflecting off a lake.
They’re utterly hypnotic, drawing me closer each time I look at them.
My smile grows, and I watch her eyes flicker down to my lips before moving back up to my heavy gaze, sending a jolt right to my chest.
“I said that you didn’t need to pay me back, Grey. I was happy to bring you one.”
She bites her lip, and I hate that it makes me feel hot all over. Such a small movement, but it has such a big effect on me.
“I know, but I thought while I was there that I should get you one. And Jade,” she adds quickly, her freckled cheeks blushing a pale pink.
Grinning, I pull myself off the doorframe, uncrossing my arms to rest one on the open door. “I was just about to sit down to watch today’s race if you want to join me?” I ask in a smooth tone.
Mia’s cloudy eyes drop to the coffees in her hands, and I see her brain ticking, contemplating what I’ve asked.
“I can explain the rules to you. Show you what it’s like. Who better to learn from than a professional driver?” I quirk, and watch her pupils dilate.
“Okay,” she lets out, and I feel the warm wash of relief flow over me.
