Novel & Cerita Maybe He'll Notice Her Now

Ruby really got me this time, but the annoying part was that she didn’t even notice the whole time. She has always fought for my attention and now that I’m giving it willingly, she pretends like it’s nothing? If that’s not taking me for granted, tell me what it is…

“You can’t tell me it’s a bad idea. If he’s acting all distant, then maybe he needs a little reminder of what he’s missing. I covered my face, laughing even though I didn’t want to. “You’re actually insane.” “You’re insane.” “Maybe,” she said, grinning wide. “But I’m right.” I leaned back, shaking my head as the laughter died down. “You really think that’s all it would take? That he needs this to notice me again?” Her smile softened. “I think he already notices you, Tash. Maybe he just needs a little push to remember why he fell for you in the first place.”

Then his voice lowered. “You’re beautiful tonight.” Her cheeks warmed slightly. “That’s not fair.” “What isn’t?” “You saying that while looking like this.” “Like what?” “Like you stepped out of a magazine.” He almost smiled. “You’re distracted.” “Maybe.” His gaze softened just slightly. “You should be careful.” “About what?” “This.” He gestured subtly between them. “Someone might notice.” Her stomach tightened. “Do you want that?” “No.” “Then stop looking at me like that.”

"Thought you hated this part of town." Mr. Winchester shrugs. "Desperate times." Dane's eyes darken even further and his smile drops. It is only then he notices me. His eyes drop from Mr. Winchester's piercing gaze to mine. He suddenly goes still. His nostrils flare and his lips part in surprise. "This is her?" What does he mean by 'this is her'? Have they been talking about me?

He’d been there. He remembered standing near the last row of black cars, hands in his pockets, watching her hesitate at the top of the steps. For a split second, their eyes had met. Or maybe she imagined it. Maybe she didn’t see him at all. But he’d seen her, the flicker of recognition that she quickly buried beneath composure. Even now, the memory tasted metallic. He took a slow breath and turned away from the television. “She looked for me,” he murmured. Luca looked up. “You sure?”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” She shrugs. “I didn’t know how long they’d stay.” He’s already swinging his legs off the bed. “I should go say hello.” She watches him stand, satisfied despite herself. At least his attention is finally off the phone. “I’ll meet you down there,” she says. He nods, already pulling on his shoes. “Give me a second.” She steps aside, moving toward the door as he passes her. “Don’t take too long.” The door closes behind him.

She’d cheered in silence, cried in private, clapped for the man who had once barely noticed her. And now? He didn’t remember her at all. But maybe… maybe he would. Eventually.

How could he not notice the lipstick stain but notice the button? Her phone beeped, and Emma almost lost her footing when she saw the message on her screen. Tick-tock, tick-tock. I know your secret.

She has this innocent vibe around her that made me hesitate when I wanted to hurt her. However, there's something different about her this evening, I can't tell what that is at the moment because I was distracted with the knowledge that she isn't putting on anything beneath that shirt! I met her gaze and realize what I'm missing. She's up to something. I wonder what my little mate will do this time. The thought made me smirk, I wouldn't lie when I say I'm curious to know what that is.

“One we haven’t been able to catch. And I don’t know about you, but I hate losing.” His eyes flicked to the summit layout hovering between us. Pack boundaries. Security lines. Entrances. Seating charts. He exhaled hard. “You really think she’ll show?” I looked at him. “If she’s half as clever as I think she is, she’ll be there before we even open the gates.” He frowned, stepping closer. “Why now?”