I rubbed my palms together, grabbed the branch and dropped down, swinging for a second before I let go and landed perfectly on my feet. I shot a gloating smirk at him before dusting my handsoff.
“Impressive.”
“I didgymnastics.”
“Uh-huh.” I watched that come-hither smirk on his face. Each step he took toward me was confident, cocky. Heck, the way his jeans rode so low on his hips was an act of arrogance. With the way all the girls in town looked at him, fawned after him, I knew I was in forit.
The closer he came, all I heard was Meg warning that he was another Max Summers. I panicked, placing my hands up just in time for them to land flat against his hard chest. “I…” My mouth was suddenly dry, and I swished my tongue around to try and wet it. “I…uh…it’slate.”
He drew back, studyingme.
“And I have to be at work early in the morning and Ijust…”
“Uh-huh.” He grabbed my arms, holding me in place while he pressed his warm mouth against mine again, but this time only for a moment. “Goodnight, Hannah,” he breathed against my lips before letting go of me and heading down thedrive.
“Yeah,” I mumbled. “Goodnight.”
Be still my stupid heart. Bestill.
19
Noah
Come here, Marvin,” Old Man chuckled, swinging his cane at one of the goats. “I gots you some NattyLight.”
“What the hell is he doing?” Trevor asked before flopping down in one of the lawnchairs.
“He gets his goatsdrunk.”
“He’scrazy.”
“He’sfunny.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I took a sip of beer and dug it out, staring at the unknown number before pressing the phone to my ear. “Yeah?”
“Is thisNoah?”
“Yeah.” I took another sip of beer while watching Old Man dump the Natty Light into on overturned Frisbee forMarvin.
“This is Brice Tanner, I saw a video of you covering one of my songs andI—”
Click.I hung the phone up. I didn’t have time for thatshit.
“What was that about?” Trevorasked.
“Some dipshit trying to be an ass over one of those video’s Daisy keeps posting of me.” I groaned. “I told her to stop doing thatshit.”
“Ah, she thinks you’ll be another Biebs.” He laughed. “That’s why she’s so gung-ho about beddin’ you. You’re her claim to fame, her ticket outta Rockford.” He turned his beer up and shook his head. “You ever fuck her; you better make sure you use a condom, or you’ll end up with akid.”
“I’m not sleeping with her.” The thought disgustedme.
“Right, right. You’re all up on the preacher’sdaughter.”
“I’m not all up onher.”
I could feel him staring at me and when I turned to look at him, his lip was slightly curled. “You gotissues.”
“Why? Because I’m not trying to screwher?”
