Chapter 7 LANA

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How can someone look so darn manly standing next to a swingset sporting a flower print shirt? I felt like an asshole for thinking that.
I tried to get up from my swing, too, but failed miserably. I somehow managed to trip, but luckily Noah was there to catch me. And his broad, muscular shoulders. I just remained in his arms for a couple of seconds, until I realized that I was doing something wrong. His cologne was musky. "Sorry, I'm drunk as hell", I apologized once more and stepped away from the hug.
"It's fine, I'm feeling it, too", he said and I wondered what exactly he was meaning.
"Hey Lana! Everything ok?", Red asked as he was walking towards us. I nodded and introduced them to one another. "You guys should come inside. There were some people who wanted to play Cards Against Humanity", Red suggested and I instantly cheered. Noah laughed, I took his hand and we went inside the crowded house to find those people. I LIVE for Cards Against Humanity. It's one of the best games ever and a hell of an ice breaker. Red guided us to the players, a girl with crimson hair, a dude in tight pants and a blonde girl. They were sitting in a smaller room that smelled like essential oils. They introduced themselves, and I, as usual, instantly forgot their names.
Weirdly, Noah didn't say much the first couple of rounds, although he won once or twice.
It was my turn to read a card: "I never truly understood ___ until I encountered___".
Noah, and the dude in the tight pants chuckled when they go through their cards. Everyone put their cards down for me to read.
The first two weren't funny at all. I was torn between two options but in the end I decided on: "I never truly understood friction until I encountered the clitoris" ."That's my card!", Noah said cheerfully and I almost choked on a sip of Tequila. He gave me a knowing look and took the bottle out of my hand. The blonde girl had given Noah heart eyes the whole time. "I bet you truly understand the clitoris", she said, touching his bizep. Now it was Noah's turn to almost choke on the Tequila.
"Honey, can you stop drooling over my boyfriend?", I heard myself say.

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