Dayyan’s head falls against the door, we get faster. Fuck the song, there’s only one rhythm on our minds now. Coming. Urgently. Quickly. I moan loudly as my load shoots between us and again as Dayyan loses himself in his climax. His soft moans tickle every nerve in me. There’s no hotter sound in the world.
We clean ourselves up with one of the sheets lying in the room, and I make a mental note to take that sheet with me to wash.
When we come downstairs, Luca is standing alone in a corner looking at his phone. “Isn’t Noah here yet?”
“No. He’s over an hour late.” That’s unusual, and somehow it makes me feel uneasy.
“Have you tried calling him?”
“Yes, but he’s not answering.” I can hear the tension in Luca’s voice, and I understand why. Suddenly, the phone in his hand rings. “Noah?”
In an instant, his expression changes to panic. His lower lip is trembling and he can barely speak.
“I need your car. Now. Now! Where are your keys?” Luca frantically searches my pockets.
“What happened?”
“Lou called. Noah had an accident. I don’t know. He says it looks bad. I have to get to him. I have to. Give me your keys.” Luca’s voice is breaking, he’s crying, screaming, shaking. He can’t possibly drive like this, and besides, he’s been drinking, I haven’t.
“I’ll drive.” Luca is already out the door before I’ve even finished my sentence.
Chapter 47
Dayyan
An accident. A car accident. My chest tightens. Memories of my parents’ accident flash my mind. Photos of the accident site. The completely destroyed wreck of their Audi. My parents were killed on impact they said.
Dead.
No.
That can’t be. Not Noah. Not... My legs give way.
“Dayyan?!” Valérie falls to their knees in front of me, both hands on my shoulders. “Hey, look at me!”
I can see V, but I can’t answer. My lungs won’t fill with air. I’m suffocating. Fuck, I’m suffocating. In a panic, I grab Val. What’s happening to me?
“Shit. Hey, I need a plastic bag, as small as possible.” What the hell does V want with a plastic bag? I can’t breathe. I’m suffocating. I’m dying. Dead. Dead.
“Look at me. Hey!” A firm hand slaps my cheek. “Stay with me.”
I try to breathe in, but no air fills my lungs. “Breathe in here.”
I shake my head frantically. I can’t breathe, damn it. “Sweetheart, do me a favor, okay. Breathe into the plastic bag, it’ll get better. I know what I’m doing.”
I have no other options, everything around me is foggy, and I follow V’s instructions. Slowly, my breathing regulates and V takes the bag away. My lungs fill with air and the fog clears. “Thanks, how did you...?”
“Nika. She’s been stable for a long time now, but when I was younger, it happened every now and then. Nika has an anxiety disorder. Didn’t you know that?” No, that information never reached me.
“Where’s Jannis?”
Val looks at me blankly. “He left with Luca. They’re driving to...” V swallows. “They only left fifteen minutes ago.”
Oh, it felt longer than that. “Do you have any news?” Val silently shakes their head. “Is he... what if he’s dead?”
Again, the images of my parents’ accident are back and tears well up in my eyes. Fuck.
“No.” Valérie shakes their head again decisively. “No. As long as we don’t know what happened, we assume everything will be fine again. We’re definitely not giving up hope for good news.”
