All he can do is gawk. “What….?”
I pull out my next egg. “You better run,” I warn him.
He picks off a piece of eggshell stuck to his arm before gawking up at me once again. “You threw a fucking grenade at me,” he calls. “Who said anything about eggs?”
“This is war, Noah. Ain’t no rules when it comes to war. You said so yourself,” I remind him. “So, what’s it going to be? I’ve got the whole carton up here. You want to test my aim or do you want to start running like a little bitch?”
I gently throw the egg up before catching it with a soft hand, hoping it doesn’t crack on me. That slight movement, combined with my shit eating grin has him jumping into action.
“You’re dead, Spitfire.” He races forward and I start scrambling around to see where he goes, but the fucker goes and does some fancy parkour style shit, shocking me to within an inch of my life as he easily launches himself off the ground, shoots up to the window sill, flings himself up and lands crouched down like a cat ready to pounce on the roof.
“Oh, fuck.”
I sit myself up and slide my ass down the side of the roof like a kid on a slide at the park, distantly realizing that I’m not wearing any pants and the whole freaking neighborhood could probably see me right now.
I stop myself with my feet before I tumble straight off the side of the roof. I can’t help but look back over my shoulder to see Noah standing in the middle of the roof at the highest point looking like some kind of ruler with his gun pointed right at me.
I don’t waste a second. I let the next egg fly.
Naturally, it misses, but I’m not hanging around to dig through my bag for another.
I throw myself off the side of the roof, thanking my lucky stars that I live in a one story house. “Fuck, babe,” Noah calls after me. “Are you still alive? I would have given you a second to get off without killing yourself.”
“Trust me, Noah,” I shoot back, laughing at my own quick wit from the ground. “You need more than a second to get me off.”
“Come on,” he says, taunting me with his approach. “You and I both know that’s not true.”
I’ve got to give it to him. He’s right.
I make a run for it.
I dart through the front door, never feeling so happy that my sense of security completely sucks. Hurrying to the living room and standing by the entryway of the hallway, I stand and look around. This has to be the best place. From here, I can make a quick escape in any direction.
I hear Noah’s feet on the roof and my heart races with an excited fear. As I glance out the front window, I watch him jump from the roof, once again landing like a cat before searching me out instantly.
He strides forward and I shuffle towards the back of the couch, ready to duck for cover as I pull out as many eggs as my hands can hold.
Noah steps across the threshold and he doesn’t disappoint.
Game on.
The first egg flies from my hand as Noah returns fire. I squeal and laugh and before I know it, he’s chasing me through the house as little foam bullets seem to fly from every angle.
Eggs go everywhere and I’m woman enough to admit that only a handful of them seem to actually hit him, but it’s not long before he somehow tackles the bag from around my neck and is throwing the eggs right back at me.
Less than a few minutes later, we’re both completely out of ammunition and I have absolutely no idea who the hell won, the one thing I do know though, is that for the last few minutes, he’s made me forget all about the pain of the past few days.
Sensing our war is over, Noah throws his empty gun aside and strides forward with his heated eyes on me. I drop my gun and surrender.
His arms wrap around me and draw me into his chest, right where I need to be. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, hovering above my lips, teasing me with his closeness. “I don’t like being mad at you.”
“There’s a simple solution to that, you know,” I say with thick sarcasm, silently wishing he’d just close the distance. After all, it’s been days since he last kissed me.
“Would you keep your little comments to yourself and let me apologize?”
“By all means, my king.” He smiles down at me with his eyes burning into mine, but I find myself unable to hold it in any longer. “I thought you were going to leave me.”
A heavy breath leaves him as he drops his forehead to mine, closing his eyes and breathing me in as his fingers tangle into my hair. “Never,” he whispers. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever met who challenges me. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. Believe me, there’s no way in hell I’m about to walk out on that.”