Page 107 of Cluelessly Yours

“Yeah, Noah.” She nods, and a few tears slip from her lids.

I reach out to swipe the emotion from her face and then carefully close the distance between us so I can press my mouth to hers. My ribs and abdomen sting like a son of a bitch from the movement, but I don’t give a fuck.

“I love you,” I whisper against her lips, and she returns the sentiment by deepening the kiss.

It only takes another minute or so of us riling each other up to realize that we’re in no condition to take things much further than a kiss.

Eventually, we both end it on a combination of laughter and groans and grimaces and smiles.

“Noah, I never would’ve thought I would say that I literally can’t have sex with you right now, but yeah, I can’t.”

“Fuck, don’t make me laugh.” I grasp my stomach as chuckles jump from my lungs.

“I’m sorry!” she exclaims, but then it’s her turn to whimper in pain as she holds the pillow to her ribs. “Ah, shit. That hurts.”

By the time we manage to stop laughing and grimacing in pain, Sammy smiles over at me. “So, I can assume we’ll take a rain check on the sex, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I tell her. “But on the moving in together part? Hell no. We’re going to start figuring that shit out right away.”

“You know… Brooke mentioned that there’s a three-bedroom apartment that just went on the market in her building…”

“She told me about that too,” I answer, and a mischievous smile makes itself known on my face.

“What? What’s that look for?”

“I might’ve put in an offer.”

“When in the hell did you do that?” Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head.

“Yesterday.”

“While we were in the hospital?”

I nod.

“So, what, I was just a forgone conclusion?”

“Actually, when it comes to you,Iwas the forgone conclusion,” I answer. “And lucky for me, not only did you agree to move in with me, but the seller also accepted my offer.”

Her answering smile is breathtaking, and the kiss she places on my lips is powerful enough for me to forget about the discomfort for a good five minutes.

Sammy and me, together forever. That’s my plan, and I’m sticking to it.

Wednesday, June 22nd

Sammy

I carry the basket of folded laundry into the hall and stop at the boys’ room to put their clothes away. Though, the instant I step inside, my heel makes contact with a damn Lego, and it takes everything in me not to curse up a storm.

Holy fucking shit!I mentally scream as my eyes bounce down to see if my foot is still intact, hobbling on one foot as I do.Son of a motherloving sucking holy hell!

“Whatcha doin’, Mom?” Grant asks, completely oblivious to my agony.

I force a deep inhale of oxygen into my lungs, and once the pain eases enough for me to speak without dropping f-bombs, I announce through still slightly gritted teeth, “Boys, I told you to clean up your toys.”

“We did,” Seth comments like he can’t see the pile of Legos they’ve managed to leave by the door. You know, the ones that nearly turned my foot into a bloody stump.

I eye him knowingly, a look that says, “You best clean up your shit.” And he has the good sense not to make any additional commentary.

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