Those boys are up to no good and I don’t doubt it for a second, though to be honest, I’m not exactly surprised. This is Haven Falls.
Tully and I reach her Jeep and she fumbles with the keys before finally unlocking the car. Tully hauls herself up into the driver’s seat as I get busy moving all her crap off of mine. Why the hell does she have twelve half-empty water bottles, three packets of sticky notes, a banana, and a packet of cigarettes even though she doesn’t smoke?
I clear it all onto the floor and sit my ass down. Not a second later, we’re pulling out of the lot and speeding down the road towards one of the only places I’ve found happiness over the past eight months.
Tully pulls up into her drive, but with Noah’s car parked right in the center of the drive that’s big enough for two big cars, she has no choice but to swerve onto the lawn. “Fucking prick,” she grumbles to herself as she cuts the engine. “I swear,” she continues. “Noah’s head is shoved so far up his ass, it’s a miracle he gets anything done.”
“He’s not that bad,” I say, shocking myself with my sudden need to defend him. “He’s just being a guy.”
“A douchebaggy kind of guy,” she adds.
I roll my eyes as we get out of the car and can’t help scanning over Noah’s Camaro. It looks so good, like ‘I wouldn’t mind being taken advantage of inside that thing’ kind of good. But what’s more, I’m damn happy to see it. Whatever he and Rivers were up to this afternoon is clearly finished and now my boys are back.
An idea strikes and before I know it, I’m making my move, not once considering the consequences. I dive back inside Tully’s car and scramble around for the sticky notes I’d seen in here earlier and grin as my fingers curl around the bright pink packaging. “Fucking perfect,” I say proudly to myself.
“What the hell are you doing?” Tully questions, looking at me as though I’ve lost my mind.
I look up at her and I don’t doubt the sparkle in my eyes is shining bright. “Revenge for changing the language settings on the Kindle.”
A wicked grin spreads across her face as she walks towards me. “Well, don’t hold back on the details. Whatever it is, I’m in.”
I hand her one of the packets of sticky notes and glance towards the front door, making sure the Douchebag King isn’t about to catch us before we’ve had our fun.
Precisely eighteen minutes later, Noah’s Camaro is covered from top to bottom in bright pink sticky notes. We even managed to find a packet of regular yellow ones to cover the racing stripes. You know, as it would be a shame to cover those bad boys.
Tully and I stand back and admire our creation before taking a few pictures as we know he’ll never let us get this close to his baby again.
Naturally, we high five each other on our efforts and do our best to pull on straight faces before waltzing inside as though we didn’t just accomplish greatness.
Noah’s eyes rake over me the second I step through the door making heat flush in my cheeks. Our eyes lock and the sexual tension between us grows so thick that I could probably climb him like a tree and go for the ride of my life right here in the middle of the living room. I try to ignore it, but let’s be real, this thing between us gets more and more intense by the second.
“Where have you been?” Rivers’ voice cuts through my stare, drawing my attention away from Noah.
I search for some kind of response, but my brain is far too mushed from the effect Noah has on me. “What do you mean?” Tully questions, saving me from making a fool of myself in front of these guys once again.
Rivers eyes swivel to face her with a deep suspicion lingering beneath the surface. “I heard your car pull up ages ago.”
“Nope,” she says, shaking her head and walking through the living room, somehow holding onto her straight face. “Just got home. We stopped by the store.”
Rivers’ eyes narrow on her back as she walks through to the kitchen. “For what? You don’t have any bags.”
“What is this?” Tully questions, sticking her head out of the kitchen to glare back at him. “The Spanish Inquisition?” She riffles through her handbag and pulls out a packet of tampons before throwing them at his chest. “I was getting tampons if you really must know.”
Rivers silently studies the packet of tampons in his hands for a short moment as Tully disappears back into the kitchen. He looks across at me. “How do they measure these things?” he asks, unwrapping the packaging and pulling one out to inspect. “Is it like small, medium, and large depending on the size of your pussy?”