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“Fine,” she huffs. She jumps down from my truck and slugs me in the shoulder. “That’s for not keeping her safe. Fire and blood are not safe. Come on, Jeremy.”

She loops her arm in his and drags him back to the house.

“But Noah?” Jeremy groans.

“I’ll be inside in a minute. Just go to a different room so I can carry her in.”

“Why a different…Oh my God, Willow. Are you naked under that?” Jenna huffs and rolls her eyes. She finally realizes that Willow isn’t wearing pants either.

“Uhm…not entirely.”

“Jesus Christ. Okay. You, come on. You two get your asses inside and get a shower. I’ll make us all some breakfast, then we can talk,” Jenna says, pulling Jeremy closer to the house.

“That sounds perfect. I’m starving,” Willow says as she slides closer to me across the front seat.

“What are you guys hungry for? Waffles?” Jenna asks.

Willow and I look at each other, then start laughing.

“Waffles would be great,” Willow says as she pulls me closer to her.

“Waffles would be perfect,” I say, pressing my lips gently to hers.

“Ugh, get a room,” Jeremy groans before I hear the sound of him being yanked away by Jenna and the door slamming shut.

“Let’s go.” I try to pull away, but she doesn’t let me.

“I love you,” she whispers before kissing me again.

“I love you too, Little Rabbit.”

CHAPTER 72

WILLOW

The smell of waffles drifts up the steps into Noah’s room. He has had to keep some form of contact with me ever since we came inside, whether it be washing my hair or just holding me as we stand under the stream of water. He hasn’t wanted to let me go, and I can honestly say I don’t want him to.

“I think the waffles are done,” I say just as Jenna yells up the steps.

“Get your asses down here. You can fuck later. Food’s getting cold.”

“Is she always like that?” Noah asks as I pull his T-shirt over my head.

He glances down at the fabric covering my body as if it’s personally offending him before handing me my shorts out of my bag.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, stifling a small laugh.

“When it’s just us, I don’t want you wearing any clothes,” he growls as he pulls me against his body.

“But what if Jeremy comes over?” I ask coyly, batting my eyelashes as I look up at him.

“I’m changing the locks. All of them.”

“No. Don’t do that. Just tell him to call and give us a heads up, and no more showing up out of nowhere. By the way, how’s your head?”

I think both of us forgot about the concussion thing after everything that happened.

“I’m fine, Willow. I told you I’ve had worse. This was nothing.”