I demanded as I stood up, already stripping out of my shirt.“But I just put them on,” Noah protested with a mischievous smile on his face.My shirt fluttered to the ground. Quirking an eyebrow, I put my hands on my hips, scrutinizing him. I shrugged, bent down to retrieve my shirt, and said, “Well, in that case… I’ll make you some tea.”Before my hand touched my shirt, Noah jumped me. Literally. He jumped on my back, slinging his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. If I hadn’t been so used to this by now I would have toppled over. As it was, I stood my ground and laughed.“Bloody spoilsport,” Noah muttered against my neck.“Me? You were the one complaining.”“You never care about that,” Noah shot back.Straightening up, I laid one hand on Noah’s interlaced hands around my throat and the other one on his crossed legs. “Does that bother you?”“No! God, no! I love your whole Stone Age behavior; you should know that by now.”“Stone Age behavior, eh?”I felt Noah smiling against my neck.
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