“Lennon?”
I glance over my shoulder.
His eyes dance around my face, and for a second I think that maybe, just maybe, I was wrong, and he is going to ask me to stay.
“Would you mind giving me a ride in to work tomorrow? I need to check out the damage on my bike, get it in somewhere to get fixed, and reschedule a few appointments.”
Disappointed, I nod. “Sure thing.”
“Goodnight, Lennon.”
“‘Night.”
The walk home is short. My house is quiet and empty as I get ready for bed, but my head replays our entire day together. I’m about to silence my phone for the night when it pings with an incoming text.
I grin when Noah’s words come into view.
Noah: I forgot to tell you thank you for your help, and your hair looks sexy as fuck.
I type out a quick reply.
Me: Are you flirting with me, Mr. Cunningham? Because that’s against the rules.
Noah: I’m feeling rebellious.
I hope he feels rebellious more often.
Me: Goodnight, Noah
“Get up.”
Planting my fists firmly on my hips, I glare at Noah. He’s on one of those rolling things under a car, so he can’t really see me scowl, but I assure you, I am scowling. Noah’s feet are propped up and his knees bent, but all I can see is the lower half of his body. And the lower half of his body looks damn good.
His faded jeans are tight, showing off muscular thighs, and then there’s the small sliver of skin between his jeans and where his shirt has ridden up. I can’t really see much except the happy trail leading—
“Lennon.”
I blink. “Hmm?”
Noah rolls out from under the car, and my heart starts pounding in my chest. Dark strands of hair flop in front of his eye, and when he brushes them away, he leaves a black smear along his cheek. This man is really too handsome for his own good. No one should look edible covered in grease, but by God, I’m tempted to call it chocolate, climb on up, and lick it off of him.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he says, his voice low and husky.
“I can’t help it,” I whisper.
Noah grins, shakes his head, and slides back under the car.
Then I remember what I was doing to begin with.
“Noah!” I yell.
He slides back out, eyebrows raised.
“You shouldn’t be working.”
Without a word, he slides back under the car.
Looking around the shop, I find another roller board thingy and do what any woman would do in my situation. I lay down and slide under the car. Noah doesn’t move when I appear next to him. In fact, he’s still grinning.