Noah loses it.
"I'm never letting this go. Ever. I want it tattooed on my ribs." Rava just leans back against the desk, arms crossed. Noah blinks at us, hand on the door. "Excuse me," he says dramatically. "Panic made my bladder go suicidal. I'll be back in two."
He looks right at Rava, then at me, grinning. "Don't be too loud."
Click. The door shuts behind him. Rava moves toward me, smiling. His hand finds my chest. And then he kisses me softly. Imelt. I actually melt. I smile into his mouth without meaning to. One of my hands finds his waist.
The other slides behind his neck. He pulls back just an inch, dazed. And then he kisses me again. And again. I smile against his mouth.
"Youcame tome?" I whisper, not bothering to hide the smirk in my voice.
"Shut up, I’m desperate," he whispers back, laughing, already pulling me down to him again. "What are you doing here?" he murmurs, lips brushing mine.
I barely open my eyes. "Teaching history."
I kiss his jaw.
"To your brother."
Another kiss.
"He sucks at it."
Rava laughs against my neck. His hands slip up under my shirt. "Of course you're corrupting Jin."
"I'm a public service," I whisper, biting down gently on his lower lip. He gasps. Bites it back. His fingers tangle in my shirt.
"So this is how we say hi now?" I murmur, lips barely brushing his. "Because I'm a fan."
"Me too," he breathes, and pulls me back in. Our mouths collide again, with quick deep kisses. When we finally stop for air, still holding each other, we lock eyes.
Longer than we should’ve.
He looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t.
He looks away first. And I swear, I feel the smirk curl at the edge of my mouth.
Yeah. I win that one. The door creaks again. Noah walks back in, wiping his hands on his pants. He stops mid-step. Looks at us.
His eyes scan the room, then narrow, suspicious. The corner of his mouth curls.
"So…" he says, tone deadly calm. "…did someone end up pregnant, or was I early?"
I burst out laughing. It shoots out of me like a reaction. Head drops back. "Fuck's sake, man."
Rava hides a smirk behind his hand, shaking his head.
"He reminds me of Lorenzo," I mutter, still chuckling as I run a hand through my hair. Rava points instantly. "THANK you. I said the exact same thing."
Noah throws his arms up in mock outrage. "Okay, WHO is this Lorenzo and WHY haven't I met my Italian soulmate yet?" He crosses his arms. "You two keep talking about him like he's some lost twin I was separated from at birth."
I grin. "You'll meet him tonight." Noah's brows shoot up. Rava blinks. "…Tonight?"
"Yeah." I lean back against the wall, arms crossed, casually smug. "There's amassiveparty a couple towns over. We're going with Lorenzo. You're both coming."
Rava raises a brow. Noah leans in, already excited. "How are we getting there?"
"My car. All of us." I pause. "We're staying overnight."
