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"That awkward moment when you're staring at your crush and realize you're drooling because he looks better than Nutella." –Tumblr

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Someone was getting killed with a chainsaw.

I opened one eye, groaning as the sun's rays glared on my face. I realized I fell asleep on the carpet but had a blanket on. My dad must have covered me up.

He was sweet like that.

I sat up, pushing the hair away from my face. My hand got caught in the rat's nest that was sitting on top of my head. Gah, bed hair.

I realized now that nobody was getting killed, but someone was using a lawnmower next door.

It was Saturday morning. Didn't people understand that some people liked to party it up Friday nights and stay up late and sleep in the next day? Not that I knew anything about that, but still.


With my eyes still closed, I headed over to my bathroom. Then stopped.

Someone was using the lawnmower next door on a Saturday morning. That never happened before. I was assuming that Mr. Hunter, who lived next door, was Noah's dad. I had never seen him cut his grass before that his backyard looked like a small forest.

That meant...

I gulped. Tiptoeing to my window, I hid behind the wall and carefully peered outside.

The sight that greeted me woke me up better than a Tim Horton's coffee with a double—make that triple—espresso shot in the morning.

Well, good morning, to you too, Noah.

There was something about a long and lean boy who was pushing a lawnmower that made you sigh and made your heartbeat race.

And made you want to get your phone and start taking pictures. Or videos. Not that I was going to do that.

He was wearing a tight white muscle shirt that was plastered to his torso from sweat, gray sweatpants that rode low on his hips, and a blue bandana that was tied around his head.

He paused, wiping his forehead with his arm. And then... inch by inch he peeled off his shirt, revealing a tight stomach. He bunched it up in his hand and used it to wipe the sweat from his face and chest, then tucked it in his back pocket. He pulled the bandana off next, tucked that in his back pocket too and shook his hair out. He raked his fingers through his hair several times.

I felt my ovaries explode.

The thirst is real.

As if he heard me, he stopped the lawnmower and made his way to a picnic table. Grabbing the water bottle, he twisted it open and lifted it to his mouth. He leaned his head back a little as he drank, his Adam's apple working.

And then as if that wasn't enough, he closed his eyes and pressed the water bottle to his forehead, rolling it down to his cheek and the back of his neck.

Good lord.

I felt like I was watching wholesome porn.

I was having trouble breathing, and there were ten million butterflies in my stomach, and I felt really, really warm.

I fanned my face with my hands, trying to cool off. Shower. I desperately needed a long, cold shower.

I was just going to get one –I swear I was on my way—when I saw him turn his attention to his right. I followed his line of sight and saw a black cat in the bushes, growling at him. He grabbed a plate on the picnic table and walked slowly and quietly toward the cat.

He knelt on the ground, close to it but not too close, speaking softly that I couldn't hear what he was saying. And then he pinched a piece of food from his plate and placed it on the ground, enough distance for the cat to leave the bush but not completely that it felt unsafe.

The cat limped out and gobbled the food, seemingly starving. Noah did this again and again, placing the food farther away from the bush each time until the cat was close to him. He was murmuring soothing noises and petting the cat between the ears and its back. The cat kept eating, purring in ecstasy under his hands.

Lucky cat.


And then he laughed.

It did things to me that I would rather not say or think about.

"Parker?"

"Ah!"

I jumped a foot at the loud knock on my door, spinning around guiltily. Immediately, I rushed to open it, finding my dad on the other side.

"Hi, dad."

"Good mor—something's up." He narrowed his eyes into slits.

"I just woke up. Nothing's up dad."


Yeah, and Augustus Waters bought me a ticket to Amsterdam, too.


"You look flushed. Are you okay?"

"Yup."

"How are you feeling?"

"Good."

"Yup and good. One word answers. Something is definitely up."

I rolled my eyes, trying to look casual. My dad knew me so well.

He threw me a knowing look. "Stay out of trouble now, ya hear? I'm heading out to work. Your mom's sleeping right now so try not to make too much noise."

My parents had the most irregular hours in working history.

"Okay, dad."

He paused, and I knew he was trying to linger so he could look around my room, trying to find something suspicious. I knew him so well too.

"There's an eggplant lasagne in the fridge. See you later, chump."

"Have a good day at work, dad."

When he left, I let out a relieved breath, sneaking back to the window.

But Noah was already gone.

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A/N: Whew! Who needs a drink of cold water? Noah is so sexy *sighs dramatically*

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