The smile on my face is ridiculously big. Typically, the idea of following a guy across the country seems as cursed as getting each other’s names tattooed on various body parts. But we’re Noah and Goldie—the rules don’t apply.
As terrifying as the thought is, my life just doesn’t make sense without him in it. I can’t think of anything that could stand between us.
Me:So, what I hear you saying is that you want me to move to LA.
Damon:Yeah but maybe get your own place so it’s not awkward when I have girls over.
I giggle.
Me:Hilarious. Going back to the slasher film to get some tips and tricks on how to handle my boyfriend.
“You are sooo gone over him—”
My eyes dart up, meeting my sister’s smiling face. She adds, “I swear you couldn’t be more in love if you tried. It’s disgusting, and I’m jealous.”
The vibration in my hand pulls my attention back as she sits back down and puts a water bottle in front of me.
Damon:I love you, killer. PS. tell your sister that if she keeps tormenting you, I’ll call Chase to come over.
I chuckle a little too manically, making her look at me for answers as I type back.
Me:Speaking of the devil ... he picked up your bike earlier today. Does he know how to ride it?
Damon:Why ... Do you think I would just give him my motorcycle to impress a girl?
My mouth falls open as my eyes grow wide.I knew it.
Me:Absolutely. Because that’s how a good boyfriend loves his boyfriend.You two are a bromance for the ages.
“What are you two talking about, because the look on your face has me riveted,” Evie says, turning her body to face mine.
I smile at her. “Chase borrowed Noah’s motorcycle earlier today, but he rolled it ... like walked it back four blocks to his house. And I knew something was up, because his new neighbor is some gorgeous runway model, so I’m thinking he’s using it as a prop.”
She rolls her eyes. “Of course he is. Someone needs to tell TemuSons of Anarchythe only meat women want his delicate touch on is the rib eye kind.”
I laugh. “The man does make a mean steak.”Hold on.“Wait, how doyouknow how good his food is?”
She suspiciously turns away from me, her eyes narrowing in on the TV as she takes the remote and flips through new shows before shrugging too quickly. “Because I eat at restaurants.”
My phone sits idle in my hand as I stare at her profile, making her squirm. “But athisrestaurant? You were that curious about his meat-touching skills, huh?”
Her head whips to mine with a scowl on her face. “It was a group of us. He didn’t even know I was there. I wanted Indian, but they wanted Chase ... I mean, his food. You know what I’m saying. Shut up with that look.”
I just keep smiling before I shake my head, typing back to Noah.
Me:I’m turning into a pumpkin in about an hour. Call me? I have potential hot goss aboutyour bestie and mine.
The bubbles come up and then go away, but no message populates. I frown.
“And another thing,” my sister snaps, grabbing my attention. “People can be repulsive in real life and be really good at their jobs. That’s common sense, Goldie.”
“Okay.” I fall sideways still sitting crisscross on the couch as she shoves my shoulder, making me laugh. “I’m not restaurant shaming you. I’m just surprised you didn’t tell me.”
“Why? Look at how you’re acting,” she bellows, clearly embarrassed, which makes me laugh harder.Thou doth protest too much.
“How am I acting? I’m literally saying nothing. I just think you don’t want to admit you may like one thing about him ...”
She picks up a pillow and hits me with it as I squeal. Tears start to blur my vision because I’m laughing so hard. Until I hear Noah’s ringtone.
