Chapter 32. Bruised, Not Broken

I rolled my eyes so hard I almost felt them twinge in their sockets. “No, you oversexed mutt,” I snapped, “just telling me you’d been intimate with one of them would have sufficed.”

Noah snorted, tossing his head back as if he found the whole idea absurd. “And how exactly would you have preferred I begin that conversation?” he asked with a smirk. “’Good morning, Elizabeth. I slept with someone last night. How was your evening?’”

He had a point.

“I… I don’t know,” I mumbled, huffing in frustration and shaking my head.

At once, his stern look softened into something almost tender. “You’re absolutely adorable,” he said quietly, voice low enough that I could barely catch it. “I swear, your innocence is endearing.”

I felt a small flush of warmth spread across my cheeks, even though I was determined not to let him see it. Not just yet. Maybe later.

I pushed myself up from where I’d been sitting on the floor, tilting my chin up and giving him an ex