"Only the good ones, I hope," Noah grins. "Or the hot ones. I accept both." And then, of course, Jin. He looks him up and down with that judgey little squint of his.
"Wait...are you the tattoo artist who used Rava's back as a sketchbook?"
Noah lights up. "HELL yeah, I am. Want proof?"
"Noah, don't you da—"
Too late. He grabs the hem of my shirt and yanks it up with zero warning.
"BOOM. Look at this masterpiece! That's a Noah original, people. Check this out. Clean lines. Sexy placement. Bleeding? Minimal. Trauma? Only emotional."
Jin blinks. "It looks like a motherboard had a baby with a scorpion."
"And it's HOT," Noah replies without missing a beat. "I'd hang it in the Louvre. But instead it's on this canvas, where it belongs." I yank my shirt back down, face burning. "Can you not strip me in front of my entire family?"
Noah grins at them. "Sorry. Kinda proud of my work. He screamed, by the way." My mom stifles a laugh. Daisy howls. My dad looks mildly alarmed. And Jin just looks like he regrets asking in the first place.
As soon as we get to my room, Noah throws himself onto the floor. "I already feel like this room has seen unholy things."
Well...thisroom's been mostly innocent. Relatively. I mean, sure, some very intense make-outs might have happened against that wall.
And yeah, Gio definitely touched me a lot but, in the grand scale of disasters? This room's tame.
NowGio'sroom?
That's the room we convert into a live-action porn set. With a recurring cast of two and zero moral boundaries.
I side-eye Noah, dragging the folded extra mattress out from under my bed. "Come on, help me set this up, gremlin." He pops his head up. "RUDE. But fair."
We start unfolding it together, the whole thing creaking like it hasn't seen daylight since 2012. Noah grins. "Okay, spill. You and Gio—what's the damage? How many times? Have you done it in here? On this bed? Against that wall? On the floor? On that desk?"
"Shut the hell up," I snap, throwing a pillow at him. "Come on!" he laughs, catching it midair. "You're glowing like a guilty little bitch. I know you've done it in this room. Look at you!"
"Shut up, idiot," I hiss, slamming the door shut. "They'll hear you!"
"Oh please," he says. "If you were loud enough to be heard throughthesewalls, this whole house would be haunted by now."
I glare. He winks.
Then he walks over to the window casually, and freezes.
Like, physically freezes. His hand is still on the curtain. His mouth drops open. "Rava."
No response. "Rava."
"What now."
He turns to me. "Is that—is that him?" I look over at Gio's window. He's on the floor, doing abs with no shirt on. His whole body is shining every time he comes up and goes back down. Lulu is sitting right next to him like his little furry personal trainer.
He finishes his set and just stays there, sprawled out on the floor, chest rising and falling.
I'm one second away from drooling all over the glass. I want to jump through the window and just land on him. I glance at Noah, who looks just as shocked as I feel.
That's right, baby. Your poor friend Rava makes that sex god drop to his knees. Couldn't be prouder of myself, honestly.
Noah lets out a gasp. "Holy mother of delusion. That's him? The one that's been rearranging your spine and your worldview?"
I groan. "Shut up, you maniac!"
