Page 89 of Just My Type
I feel my cheeks heat, thinking of that particular chapter.
“Okay, I saw that,” Noah says, pointing at me. “You blushed. We’re reading that one. Definitely that one.”
“We?” I ask. “I don’t think I said anything about we. I said you. You can read a chapter. Yourself. With me nowhere near you when you do.”
“No way, Gorgeous. We’re doing this together. And I won’t be the one doing the reading. You will.” He gives me a wicked grin, and my stomach falls to the floor.
“You want me to read you a spicy scene I wrote?”
“I sure do. You might not remember this, but I made this little suggestion to you the other night when you were drunk texting me from Cece’s couch, and I still think it’s one of my best ideas ever. I’ll make it worth your while.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “And how do you plan to do that?”
He winks at me. “Surprise.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
NOAH
“Are we really doing this?” Hannah asks as I drop down to the blanket I spread over the ground on the roof, pulling her down next to me.
We really need furniture or something up here. I make a mental note to take care of that and grin, squeezing her knee. “Oh, we’re doing it. I can’t wait to hear what you wrote.”
Hannah closes her eyes for a second and takes a deep breath, probably to stop herself from killing me, which makes me smile. “I’m regretting all my life choices right now,” she mutters. “You might hate it.”
I lean back, planting my hands on the blanket behind me. “Impossible. You told me it’s a rooftop spicy scene, in a book with an accidental Vegas marriage. You wrote us into a book, Han. I’ve never been in a book before. I’m basically famous, which means I already love it.”
“We didn’t have to come to the roof you know. The couch would have worked just fine.”
I shake my head. “Had to set the scene. Can’t read a rooftopspicy scene on a couch when we have a whole rooftop right here.”
She rolls her eyes at me, and I chuckle, nudging her phone in her direction. She eyes it like it might bite. “I think I changed my mind.”
“Nope,” I say, picking up the phone and dropping it into her lap. “No take backs. You told me I could read a scene, and this is how I want to read it.”
She rolls her eyes again and picks up her phone, unlocking it and pulling up her book, swiping at the screen until she finds the chapter she wants. “This is so humiliating,” she mumbles, and I can just see the flush rising on her face in the darkness.
I lean over, planting a kiss on her neck, and then grip her chin, turning her head so she’s looking at me. “It’s me. It’s just you and me and this roof and a perfect Boston night. Magical things happen at night, and there’s nothing humiliating about that. Read to me, Han. I love the sound of your voice.”
Hannah leans her forehead against mine, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “Does anyone ever say no to you?”
I pull back a little, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck, swallowing down the urge to make a joke, knowing that, in this moment, she needs truth. “You can. Anytime you want, for any reason. If you don’t want this, tell me and we’ll go back downstairs, or we can just sit here and talk, or we don’t have to talk at all, and you don’t have to read one single word. It’s your choice, Hannah. It’s always, always, always your choice.”
The emotion that flashes in her eyes at my words is fleeting, but I’m too focused on her not to see it. “Okay,” she says.
“Okay you’re reading to me, or okay we need a new activity for tonight?”
She smiles, and for the first time since she told me she wanted me to read some of her book, it reaches her eyes. “Okay, if it sucks just don’t tell me.”
I grin, spinning to face her and then grinning wider when shedoes the same, both of us sitting cross-legged, knees pressed together. “That’s my girl. Now get reading, baby. I’m in the mood for some romance.”
She eyes me. “This is less romance and more…something else.”
I smack a kiss to her cheek. “Even better. Let’s do this.”
Taking a fortifying breath, Hannah unlocks her phone and stares at the screen and then, after a few seconds, she starts to read, her voice shaky at first, and getting stronger, more determined with each sentence.
“Sitting side-by-side in the beach chairs Jake opened right on the roof, the electricity between us is undeniable.
