Page 114 of Unmasking Him

I’m not sure how Noah is planning to continue our…activitiesnow that we’ll be living together, since it was easier for him to sneak away with his mask in pocket when I lived in the dorms, but I’m sure we’ll figure a way around it.

I lost my shit when I found him putting the mask in the trash one day, but he eventually, reluctantly agreed to keep it, since there’s still some fun to be had while he wears it, even though it’s no longer a secret aboutwhois wearing it.

I look up as two figures approach the table, only to find both Cole and Noah grinning down at us. Noah slides into the free seat next to me and steals one of my fries as Cole physically lifts Lana from her seat before placing her on his lap.

“Where are the others?” Lana asks and Cole rolls his eyes.

“Well, Logan is at practice, but Harley is being weird as hell. As soon as we entered the cafeteria and started coming over here, he got all weird and said he’d left his phone at home and needed to go get it. His phone was in his hand, but he'd already left by the time those words had left my mouth,” Cole says and Lana and I share a look.

We have our own ideas of what has Harley acting so oddly at times, but I guess we’ll just have to see wait and see what happens with him.

Noah presses against me and I turn to smile at him as he puts his arm around my shoulder.

He presses a quick peck against my forehead before bringing his mouth to my ear.

“I missed you this morning,” he whispers, since I’d left him sleeping to get to my early class.

“I’ll make it up to you later.”

He grins. “Make sure you do, love.”

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face at the use of his nickname for me.

Even after all this time, that name still does things to me.

If someone had told me a year ago that this would be my life, I would have laughed in their face, but now… well now, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

I’m his, and he is mine.

Always.