Page 70 of Prove Me Wrong
“You have no idea how much I wanted you with me this weekend,” he admits, and my chest stings at how happy he is to hold Jade again. “I hate being away from you, princess.”
“No,” Jade squeaks, and we both laugh at her.
“Yes,” Noah chuckles before kissing her cheeks until she’s squirming so much he might drop her. “Why are you so muddy, baby girl?”
Jade’s green eyes move to mine, and I slip off my shoes, smiling at her. “Ia play,” her light voice bubbles out, pointing at me.
Walking up, I tickle her stomach, knowing how much she doesn’t like her neck being touched. Noah’s heavy eyes are on me. “Are you ratting me out, little lady? The mud was your idea, not mine.”
“She does love being in nature,” Noah quips before planting another kiss on Jade’s pink cheek.
“We should get you clean then before you haveyour dinner.”
Smiling, he walks her towards the bottom of the stairs. I watch, waiting to grab my things.
“Are you coming?” Noah asks over his shoulder.
“Oh,” I breathe out, shifting my balance between my legs. “I can go home and wash up.”
“I have a spare shower here. Just use the guest room.”
My throat works as I glance between Noah and my body caked in dried dirt. “I only live next door,” I murmur.
Noah chuckles with amusement. “You don’t think I know that by now?” He raises a golden brow at me. “I’ll get you something to change into. Go into the guest bathroom and shower, I’ll take care of Jade.”
Nodding, I do as he says, walking into the guest bedroom that’s extremely tidy and dust-free. There’s a queen bed, one table and a lamp sitting on top. There’s no other furniture, décor or artworks hanging on the walls. It’s so bare, like it’s never been used.
Afraid that I might leave a sprinkling of dirt on the carpet, I can’t help but stop. If Noah has this room, why did he offer me to stay in his bed while he was away? There’s a perfectly good one sitting here that looks to have never been touched.
Shaking my head, trying my best not to read more into the situation, I walk into the polished bathroom, strip off my dirty clothes before slipping my body under the steady stream of warm water. There’s unopened bottles of body wash, shampoo and conditioner, so I lather myself up and wash my body thoroughly before rinsing and drying off.
Patting my hair dry, I then wrap a towel around my body when I hear a knock on the door. Panic shoots through me like a violent spark of energy. I don’t want him to see me this bare, wrapped in only a towel. I spin to hold the door closed when I hear his honeyed voice coming through the timber.
“Grey, I’ve left clothes here on the bed for when you’re ready.”
My pounding heart rate slows itself when I realise he’s not going to barge right in. He must know how uncomfortable that’ll be for me. I wait until he’s left the bedroom to open the door and grab the small pile he has folded up for me.
There’s an oversized grey tee that probably fits him normally with his team’s racing logo displayed on the front. When I have it on, it’s like a dress on me, falling almost to my knees. I then pull out the navy briefs that I know are Noah’s underwear. They’re like shorts, and I slip them on. Surprisingly, they’re soft and comfortable, but the tiniest bit too large for my narrower hips. I slip on the top before tying my hair up into a bun. Spinning to make sure I grabbed everything, I see a number on the back of the top.His number.
Thirty-four is printed across the back, and I don’t know why, but something flares inside of me. Wearing his clothes is already personal, but wearing his number feels even more intimate.
When I get downstairs, Noah is in the kitchen with Jade sitting in her chair, already digging into her dinner. I walk in and clear my throat to get his attention. “What should I do with these?” I hold up my dirty clothes and the towel I used.
“I’ll wash them with Jade’s things now.”
Taking them from me, Noah disappears into the laundry. I make my way towards the cabinet for a glass of water. Opening the door, I groan when the glasses are pushed to the back, too high for me to reach.
Standing on my toes, I try grabbing one when I feel Noah behind me like a shadow. The heat from his body warms mine, tingling all over from his proximity. Reaching over me, Noah easily grabs the glass and brings it down to put it on the bench.
He makes no effort to move, and for the first time, I don’t want him to. My skin is dancing with flames and my insides swarm with butterflies at how close he is. “Noah…” I breathe, voice thick and hoarse.
His arm drops, leaning against the bench as his front gently pushes against my back. “I like seeing you wearing my number.” His lips are so close to my ear that it sends electricity through my blood.
My chin dips, throat moving. My tongue runs across my lips, butterflies swarming my insides. “I like wearing your number, thirty-four.”
Gulping, I feel his rough hand on my waist, his intoxicating scent filling my lungs. My eyes slowly shut from the feeling. I haven’t been touched in so long that I’ve forgotten what it feels like when it’s done kindly. My pulse skitters from his fingers gripping my skin through the fabric of his top, but it’s not an uncomfortable fear. It’s intriguing and exciting.
“I’m glad you like your new top,” Noah murmurs into my ear. A smile creeps onto my face. “Are you giving it to me?”
