aside from choking that dude in my living room. My eyes scan the kitchen, remembering the taste of Nora on my tongue. The sweetness of her fills my senses again, and I grab a cupcake from the pan while I daydream. The way her fingers dug into the countertop when I lapped my tongue over her wetness will forever be etched into my mind.
The noises she made when she came set off an animalistic need inside me. All I could think about then, and even now, is her. She’s quickly becoming an obsession of mine, and I don’t think I could stop now if I wanted to. Nora’s clothes were all around my kitchen only hours ago. Two hours and fifteen minutes ago, to be exact. She must have grabbed them and changed on her way out. My clothes did look so, so good on her.
Too good on her.
Everything she wears looks too good on her. She has one of those bodies that make oversized T-shirts and jean shorts look sexier than lingerie.
When I take a bite of the cupcake, my stomach growls, annoyed at how long it’s been since I ate. The only thing that’s been on my mind is Nora, Nora, Nora. How can I find out more about her? I bite off another piece of the onion cupcake and walk to my room to get my laptop.
When I get back to the couch, I have another missed call from Dakota. I flip my phone over so the notification doesn’t distract me and open my laptop. I’m not even sure what I’m looking for, but my first instinct is to go to Facebook. Facebook is definitely the home base of internet sleuthing. I click on the search box and type in her name. Nora . . . wait, what’s her last name?
Oh, man. I don’t even know her last name.
I run my hand over my hair and grab my phone. I tap on my mom’s name and put the phone on speaker.
She answers on the third ring. “I was just talking about you.” I can hear her smile through her words.
I laugh. “Good things, I hope.”
“Of course. We’re here at drinks—well, I’m not drinking, of course—at South Fork, and we ran into Sophia’s parents. We were literally just talking about you; how strange.” Her voice is soft, and I try to keep my voice the same, despite the nervousness creeping up my spine.
I peer at my laptop and look around the room. Her parents are there, right now, with mine. What are the chances?
Another sign.
“Umm, t-tell them I said hi?” I stammer.
Maybe something will come up related to their last name, since I can’t exactly ask my mom while I know she’s with them.
“Landon says hi,” my mom says, and I hear muffled voices in the background. A few seconds pass. “They told me Sophia moved back to Scarsdale. I didn’t know that, honey.” I get the feeling that this is something my mom expected me to mention to her.
If it were true, I would have.
Why do Nora’s parents think she moved, and what did they mean by “back” to Scarsdale? If I hear Scarsdale one more time, I may lose my mind.
Maybe I can get some information from her parents. It would help me solve the mystery of her.
“How long ago did she live there again?” I ask my mom, and I hear her ask them.
“Just recently. A few months before you moved to Brooklyn,” she says. “They say they send their best wishes to you and they hope you’re enjoying your new city. They’re used to their babies being out of the house.” Then she teases, “I’m not.”
“Tell the . . .” I pause, hoping my mom will fill in the blank.
“I’ll tell the Rahals you said thank you, and I’ll call you back later today. Is that all right?”
Jackpot.