Page 17 of Resisting You
She was gorgeous. A blue and white strapless sundress hugged her tight curves and the sun kissed the sexy curve of her tanned shoulders. She had a small black rolling suitcase beside her and her dark hair was wild around her dewy face.
Up until two nights ago, Rosa and I had never even kissed. Never dated.
But right now, staring at her standing in front of me… I wanted her.
She was my wife and I wanted her as more than just a kiss. More than a date. More than a fuck.
I wanted to keep her as my wife. Forever.
And based on the way she was glaring at me, that was the one thing I was never going to have.
Chapter 7
Rosa
“You forgot something when you left this morning,” I said. “Yourwife.”
Noah scrambled to his feet just in time for me to slap the stack of annulment papers Reid had printed for me at the hotel’s business center before I left into his hands. Turned out, Noah’s note was enough for the lawyer to send over the preliminary papers.
He glanced down at the papers and sighed. “I’m sorry I left like I did. I just…” he thrust his hand into his hair. “I couldn’t miss my sister’s wedding today. I was going to call you after. I swear.”
“You didn’t think to wake me up before leaving?”
His apologetic expression shifted as he leveled me with a look that saidAre you kidding?without even uttering a word. “Rosa, no offense, but a calgary of elephants stampeding through that hotel room couldn’t have woken you up.”
A laugh crawled up my throat. Even though I wanted to stay mad… and hell, Iwasstill mad, he wasn’t wrong.
My smile cracked through my scowl and a very unsexy snort escaped along with it.
Anyone who’d ever spent a night with me knew I slept like the dead. And that I was grumpier than a wolverine when I first woke up.
Noah chuckled, too and reached out to take my hand. “I’m so sorry about last night. About all of it. I swear, I’m going to fix this.”
I shrugged, trying to seem casual even though my heart was oddly heavy. “Just one question,” I said.
Noah nodded. “Ask me anything.”
“Last night… in your room… we didn’t…you know. Did we?”
Somehow I had turned into a stuttering virgin asking that question… even though that virgin train passed a long time ago.
I didn’t think Noah and I had sex last night. I woke up still in my underwear and Noah’s tshirt. But still, it was worth asking just in case he remembered more than I did.
Noah shook his head. “I don’t think so… I think we just, I don’t know, lost our heads when we were drunk and, um?—”
“And got married?”
Noah winced.
Another laugh, this one even more uncomfortable bubbled up from inside me. “I can’t believe we drunkenly thought it was a good idea to get married. At a cheesy Atlantic City chapel! It’s my mother’s worst nightmare.”
Noah pointed a finger at me. “Easy. Don’t let Hazel and Reid hear you talk like that.”
I slapped a palm over my mouth. Shit. He was right. My best friend did just have her real wedding at that same chapel.
A dark cloud passed over his features, and his grin faded as he looked down at the annulment papers. “It’s too bad, you know?” The muscle in his jaw flexed and he raked his hand through that tousled dark hair once more.
“What is?”
