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The Ferris wheel starts its descent, and Noah closes his eyes and shakes his head, laughing a little. When he opens them, he presses a kiss to my forehead, his eyes soft. “No, not now. But we have months. I want you to make me a list of every single fantasyyou’ve ever had. Every single thing you’ve ever wanted to do. Ever wanted to have done to you. And we’re going to spend the summer checking them off. Consider it an addendum to our deal.”
I smirk at him. “I think we already had an addendum to our deal.”
“Consider this addendum two. And think of how much it’ll help you write those spicy scenes you’re famous for.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and I laugh.
“What’s in it for you?”
“What’s in it for me?” Noah looks at me incredulously. “You’re kidding, right? You’re the hottest woman alive, and I’m crazy about you. You and me are going to be fire together.”
I just stare at him, feelings I can’t separate swirling around in my head and in my heart.
“Say yes, Han.”
Whenever he says those words to me, it’s like my brain short-circuits. It stops making any thoughts at all, incapable of doing anything except what he asks me to do. I don’t think I hate it.
“Yes.”
Noah grins and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me hard and fast as the Ferris wheel slows to a stop. When the ride attendant opens the gondola door, Noah holds out a hand to me and I take it, following him out of the car on unsteady legs, into whatever the future holds.
Later that night, after we ride every ride and eat cotton candy and funnel cakes and play carnival games and Noah wins me a giant stuffed banana that makes me laugh so hard my stomach aches, he walks me to my door. Smirk on his face, he presses into me, crowding me against the door with hands on my hips and his fingers drawing circles of fire just under the hem of my T-shirt.
“You going to let me kiss you goodnight, Han?”
“I thought you wanted to do a lot more than kiss me,” I say, rocking my hips against him in an act of bravery that surprisesme. I smile when he hisses out a breath, feeling a rush of power I thought I had long lost.
Noah leans in, pressing a kiss to my neck, flicking his tongue over my pulse, and chuckling when I gasp. “Oh, you can count on that. But not tonight. Tonight, we do this.”
He kisses his way up my neck and over my jaw until he gets to my mouth, where he kisses me like he’ll never get another chance. It’s sweet and soft, and then it’s hot and wet. It’s teeth and tongues and gasps and sighs. His cock is hard against me and his hands are everywhere, skating over my hips and tracing my ribs and grazing the sides of my breasts until I’m all feeling and sensation, moaning into his mouth, and I’m glad I live on the top floor, with Noah’s apartment below as a buffer, because in this brownstone full of Wyles brothers, everyone hears everything. Just when I’m about to combust, Noah breaks the kiss, pressing his lips to my forehead and reaching behind me to open the door to my apartment.
“Night, Gorgeous,” he says, stepping back, crooked grin on his face, before he turns and jogs down the stairs, leaving me practically vibrating with need, which I’m one hundred percent sure was his plan.
Asshole.
I can’t wipe the damn smile off my face.
Inside, I shower and brush my teeth, foregoing my skincare routine because, just, no. Then I slide into bed with a package of Twizzlers, a Sprite, and a book.
I hear it just as my eyes are starting to close.
Three taps on the ceiling that make me smile all over again. Smiling into my pillow, I stick my foot out of the covers, knock my heel against the floor twice, and then drop straight into sleep.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
NOAH
“My baby’s a doctor!” My mom throws her arms around my waist and sniffles, squeezing tight the second I walk through the door of her house. My residency graduation was earlier today, and my mom insisted on having everyone over to my parents’ house in Newton instead of doing the more convenient thing and going to dinner somewhere downtown since the food at the graduation was, to put it lightly, fucking terrible.
If there’s an opportunity for my mom to have her entire family over, best believe that’s what’s going to happen. I kind of love it. I’ve been feeling mostly ambivalent about finishing residency, so being with my whole family feels exactly right. And since my whole family also includes Hannah, who came to graduation and beamed from her spot in the front row next to my mom, and who let me kiss her in an empty hallway around the corner from the ballroom where the graduation was held, I’m a happy guy.
I chuckle, hugging her back. “You’re the best, Pam Wyles.”
“I know.” Her voice is muffled against me, and she snifflesagain, her tears seeping into the front of my shirt. When there is a choice between crying and not crying, my mom is crying every single time.
“Jesus, Mom, simmer down. He’s been a doctor for six years, and you already cried at the graduation. You don’t need to cry now too.” Cooper strides in behind me, squeezing my shoulder and stepping around us into the house. He doesn’t make it very far before my mom reaches out and slaps the back of his head without breaking our hug.
“Shut it, pal. My son finished his residency today. Hissix-year residency. I’ll cry if I want to.”
Cooper grins. “You wouldn’t be Pam Wyles if you didn’t shed some tears. I’m just giving you shit.”
