Page 32 of Naughty & Nice
“You two are fucking idiots.”
“But—”
“There are no buts, Noelle. You two are it. Fucking happily-ever-after shit.”
I stare at him, unable to believe what I’m hearing.
“Sometimes, you’ve got to live on the wild side and just take a chance,” he says before taking a step back. “Think about it, yeah?”
Slowly, I close the door behind him, my head spinning as I struggle to match up the advice I was just given with the man who delivered it.
I work on autopilot as I fill the tub and pour a generous amount of bubble bath into it.
Stripping off Hendrix’s hoodie, I can’t help myself, and before I drop it, I gather up the fabric and hold it to my nose.
Wilder is right. Hendrix is the most important person in my world. Has been for a long time, and I’m pretty sure there is no one else on the planet with the power to overtake him.
But does that mean I could risk it and take our relationship to the next level?
I want to. Holy hell do I want to.
But could I?
Unable to answer my unspoken questions, I lower Hendrix’s hoodie to the floor and shed the rest of my clothing before stepping into the bathtub.
A contented sigh slips from my lips as I sink into the just-too-hot water.
My skin prickles as it burns, but I figure after what I’ve done this morning, I deserve it.
I lose myself in my thoughts, and another knock on the door startles me.
Refusing to guess which Kemp twin is standing on the other side this time, I call out and hope for the best. Although, if I’m being honest, I’ve no idea which option is preferable right now.
“Is it safe to enter?” my best friend asks through the crack in the door.
“Don’t even pretend like you’re hoping it’s not,” I tease.
He’s wearing a knowing smirk when he enters, holding a mug in his hands.
“You’re never going to forget that confession, are you?”
“Unlikely.”
“I know you said you didn’t want one, but I made you another anyway.”
He places the mug on the side and then lowers his ass to the closed toilet and rests his elbows on his knees.
My heart begins to pound, and it only gets worse when he looks up at me through his lashes.
Hendrix is hot.
Both of the Kemp twins are.
Hendrix is a little softer around the edges, both with his body and his personality. He’s still fit, he works out with Wilder a couple of times a week, but he doesn’t quite have the muscle definition of his slightly younger brother. His hair is a little longer and he doesn’t bother styling it like Wilder.
Where Wilder appears to give no shits about anything but having fun and being... well… wild, Hendrix overthinks everything.
I know hands down that I am safe with him. He would never do anything to put me in danger.