Her Festive Flirtation. Therese Beharrie
his stomach. They were deeper than he’d first realised. So he grabbed his top, heading to the kitchen where he kept the first-aid kit.
‘I thought they fixed everything at the hospital.’
He was halfway through putting salve on the scratches when she spoke. He glanced back, and his throat dried when he saw her in his clothes.
They were too big for her, but they looked better on her than they ever had on him.
‘Uh...they did. But they also took me at my word when I told them I had no external injuries. I forgot about these.’
She walked around the counter and he got a whiff of the fruity scent of the shower gel he’d put in his spare bathroom. It smelled a hell of a lot sexier on her than it did in the bottle.
Oh, boy.
‘Which external injuries?’ she said, and then, though he tried to angle his body away from her, she sucked in her breath. ‘Oh, crap,’ she said on an exhale. ‘Did Zorro do this to you?’
‘No,’ he said dryly, struggling for normality. ‘It was some other cat I put next to my stomach.’
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, and then she took the salve from him and began to smear it gently on his scratches. He felt his torso tremble—saw it, too, though he tried to ignore it—and hoped Ava wouldn’t notice.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said again. ‘Is it painful? It’s a lot more enthusiastic than I’d expect from Zorro.’
‘It’s fine.’ He gritted his teeth as her hand moved lower, down to the scratches near the waistband of his pants.
‘Clearly it isn’t.’
Her touch was still light, still gentle, but when she moved lower still he grabbed her wrist.
‘It’s fine, Ava.’
The words were said in a harsher voice than he’d intended, and her eyes widened. But that was better than having her move any lower and having his body respond in an unpredictable way—or a very predictable way. He was only just clinging to his control as it was.
‘I’m—I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t be.’
He was still holding on to her hand, but he softened his voice. And then she looked at him and his world tilted.
Uh-oh.
What the hell was she doing?
She’d acted without thinking. Or she had been thinking, but not about how it would feel to be touching Noah’s bare torso. No, she’d been thinking about how her cat had hurt him. How her cat had hurt him because of her. Because Noah had gone back to save Zorro so she wouldn’t have to.
But she wasn’t thinking about that now either.
In fact, she couldn’t be sure that she was thinking at all. Because now she was caught in Noah’s gaze when she was pretty sure she shouldn’t be. He was so close she could see the grey flecks in his blue eyes. She could see the emotions there, too.
The caution. The interest. The desire.
It had her remembering that he still had her wrist in his hand. And that realisation sent a heady heat slithering from the contact, up and around her arm, settling much too close to her chest. To her heart.
Her other hand was still braced on the lower half of his body. Much too close to his—
‘Um...’ she said, pulling her hands from his body and stepping back. ‘It’s probably okay now.’
‘Yeah,’ he replied in a hoarse voice. He cleared his throat. ‘It was fine before you came in.’
‘Of course.’
There was an awkward beat of silence, but Ava took solace in the fact that it came from both of them. She hadn’t been the only one acting stupidly. She hadn’t been the only one affected.
But thinking about it like that didn’t comfort her as much as she’d hoped.
‘Could you pass me my top?’ Noah asked after a few moments.
‘Yeah, sure.’ She paused. ‘Where is it?’
‘Behind you.’
When she turned back to hand it to him there was a slight smile on his face.
‘What’s so funny?’
‘Nothing,’ he said, pulling on his top.
Disappointment sailed through her as she said goodbye to his abs.
‘I was just thinking it’s going to be an interesting wedding.’
‘That’s one way to put it.’
‘You don’t think so?’
‘I think that I need to get through it in any way that I can. Which,’ she said, considering, ‘might involve alcohol.’
‘Ah. You’re old enough to drink now, aren’t you?’
She cocked an eyebrow. ‘You say that as if you weren’t the one who handed me my first beer.’
His smile widened. ‘See—interesting.’
‘You and I have very different definitions of that,’ she replied, and walked back around the counter. Her breath came out a little more easily now that there was space between them.
‘Probably. But I think it might have the same results.’
Which was precisely what she was worried about. Because after the short, but very eye-opening interaction they’d just had, she was beginning to think her crush was no longer a secret.
Or perhaps she was more concerned that this unexpected flare-up of her crush was no longer a secret. Because if she’d managed to keep it secret after she’d asked him to kiss her for the first time, she certainly hadn’t after she’d thrown herself into their second kiss.
But in the seven years since they’d last seen one another—years during which she hadn’t even heard from him—she had managed to hide her feelings. And if what had just happened between them meant that Noah shared those feelings—
Noah? Sharing her feelings?
She nearly laughed aloud at the ludicrousness of it. She’d always known the reason he’d kissed her the first time had been out of pity. And the second kiss had just happened because he’d been heartbroken and hadn’t known what he was feeling.
Anything they’d shared was in her imagination. Back then and now. No one wanted Ava. No one wanted someone who spoke before she thought. Who was prickly for most of the time and defensive for the rest.
Just because Milo said it doesn’t make it true.
But it does, she corrected the voice in her head.
Milo hadn’t wanted to marry her after being with her for five years. He was the best person to know the truth. And if he hadn’t wanted her Noah sure as hell wouldn’t either.
The sooner she realised that, the better.
He was back from the deli in less than fifteen minutes. Ava had graciously allowed him to leave without commenting on the fact that he was buying their food. But maybe it wasn’t grace. Maybe she just needed space to deal with what had happened between them, just as he had.
It was a natural reaction to being around a beautiful woman, he’d told himself on the way to the deli. He hadn’t dated in so long he couldn’t remember. His body had just been reminding him that he had needs; his mind just responding as any person who had needs would.
But when he returned and saw Ava sitting on his balcony, staring out over the mountains visible to most residents of Somerset West, he faltered.