Page 45 of Just My Type
“You’re trying, and that’s something to celebrate. And I think theweis always implied. First of all, I promised to help you write again, and look, you’re writing again.” He waves a hand at my closed laptop.
“Barely,” I mutter.
Noah smiles. “I’m an optimistic sort of guy.”
I blow out a breath. “Good, because I am definitely not an optimistic sort of girl. Not about this.”
He leans into me, the side of his body pressing against mine, sending a buzz of electricity through my veins. “Then I’ll be optimistic for both of us.”
“What’s second of all?” I ask quickly, a little bit afraid of how much I’m feeling for him right now.
“Second of all, what?”
“You said the we is implied and gave me afirst of all. So, what’s second of all?”
“Oh, because you’re my wife, obviously.”
Noah flashes that grin at me again, and I drop my head back and groan. “We’re getting it annulled.”
“Okay, but before we do that, we have places to be.”
Noah stands, holding out a hand for me. I just look at it. “Where do we have to be?”
He reaches down and grabs my laptop and my half empty bag of Twizzlers. “Surprise. Come on, Han. You’ve been hiding long enough. You’re here and I’m here, and that has to mean something. Spend a summer night with me.”
He reaches out his hand again, and without any reason not to, I take it and let him pull me up off the roof.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HANNAH
“Acarnival?” I ask, grinning at him.
Noah drops an arm around my shoulders. “Isn’t it great? There’s nothing that says summer more than a parking lot carnival.”
Looking around the massive parking lot full of carnival games, food stands, and rides, I have to agree. “It’s a real vibe.”
“Right? Definitely worth the hour drive. They do this one every year. My parents used to bring my brothers and me here every summer when we were kids.”
I glance up at him as we walk to the ticket booth, his arm still around me and his face lit by the carnival lights. “What was your favorite thing to do?”
He studies the scene in front of us, smile on his face like he’s caught in a memory. “I love all the fast rides. And cotton candy. There’s literally nothing better than carnival cotton candy.”
I shake my head. “No way. Funnel cakes are the superior carnival food.”
Noah scoffs. “As if, Han. Cotton candy or bust. I will die on this hill.”
I elbow him in the side. “You might die on that hill, but you’ll die being wrong. Funnel cakes, Noah. You can’t go wrong with fried dough covered in powdered sugar. There is literally nothing better than that.”
“Agree to disagree, and I’ll bring you over to my side before the end of the night.”
“Keep dreaming, pal.”
He grins down at me. “Like I told you, I always dream of you, Gorgeous.”
Noah buys tickets and we walk into the happy chaos. Before I can get very far, he puts a hand on my arm, stopping me. “Before we go in, I have an idea.”
I side-eye him. “Your last idea led to us singing karaoke and accidentally getting married in Vegas. I’m not sure you get to have any more ideas.”
