He snorts. “Half of these guy have never even been kissed. It would make their day getting a chance to see some action.”
“Well in that case,” I say slyly.
With the entire office watching, I kiss Noah the way I’ve been longing to. The spark is still there, a steady burning in my sternum that’s both warm and comforting, yet fired at its edges is something white-hot and glittering. It quickly descends into a kiss of madness as I shove him against the table and devour his mouth and the small sounds he makes. Noah twists his fingers into my shirt, tugs me closer. Fuck, I’ve missed him.
When we break apart, he’s panting. His lips are shiny, damp, perfectly kissable. “When do you have to go back to Indiana?”
“I’m here for the summer as well, actually. Just got a programming job with a startup.”
Some of his happiness dims. A look of puzzlement takes its place. “You’re not doing soccer?”
“Funny thing. I know a guy who’s looking for an assistant coach. Might take him up on the offer.” It’s not that I need the money, but I need soccer. It’s become such a huge part of my life that to take it away, I wouldn’t know who I was staring at in the mirror. So long as I have one foot in the pool, so to speak, I’m content.
“You’re moving here,” Noah says. His dark eyes hold less secrets than they used to, and for that, I’m glad. “I plan on staying as well. So...”
“So,” I say, picking up on his train of thought, “I’m thinking we’ll want to make this thing between us official.” I squeeze his hand. “How does the title boyfriend sound to you?”
His cheeks pinken, a soft, sunburned color. “Boyfriend,” he murmurs to himself. Noah clears his throat, glancing around. A few people quickly duck their heads and return to work. “I could get used to it.”
This time, it’s he who pulls me in for a kiss. It’s tender, brimming with love. An affectionate Noah is a happy Noah, I’m learning.
“By the way,” I say casually, pressing a kiss to his cheek and lingering. “What exactly did Kellan promise you for switching places with him?”
Noah laughs, the vibrations traveling from his body to mine. “He said I could take his Lamborghini out for a drive.”
My eyebrows snap upward. “The Lamb?” Kellan doesn’t let anyone touch his baby. He must have been desperate.
“I haven’t cashed in yet. When I visit for the holidays, I’m happy to take you along.”
A chance to ride in the Lamb? “Count me in.” I pause, a sudden thought coming to me. “Why did Kellan go to Mexico anyway?”
“That’s the thing. He never said.” Noah stares out the window, the glass and steel of Seattle, and in the background, Mount Rainier. He combs his fingers through my hair. Another heartbeat passes before he shrugs with a self-conscious little smile. “I guess we’ll never know.”
