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Chapter thirty-eight

Hope

NOAH

“Dude, you promised!” Alex whined, his unearthly volume causing me to wince.

“I’m a little busy right now,” I hissed back, recalling a previous event that was much similar to this one. Silas groaned and continued to kiss me.

“DUDE. THIS IS IMPORTANT.”

“Put it down,” Silas said softly, his warning low and seductive. “Or I’ll do it for you.”

“I can’t right now, Alex.”

“Who is there with you?”

“It doesn’t matter. Bye.”

“Wait!” he screeched. “I need your help, and you PROMISED!”

I moaned in agitation. “I know Alex, but–”

Silas snarled and ripped the phone from my ear, turning it off with the swish of his hand. I couldn’t help but feel a moment of guilt at the way I left my best friend hanging, but all those thoughts were flushed away as Silas proceeded with his irresistible kisses.

“You don’t like that annoying pest, do you?” Silas asked suspiciously, his face now buried in the crook of my neck.

I tried desperately to concentrate as Silas’s hands slid to my hips, unzipping my pants leisurely.

“Of course not. He’s my best friend. That’s all.”

“You sure?”

An acute memory of me kissing the very person we were talking about caused me to pause a bit too long. I wasn’t about to tell Silas that story. Not only had I been invited by another girl to the movies and went, I had unexpectedly met with Delane, and had to tongue my best friend for the opportunity to speak with her privately. Not that I didn’t appreciate the kiss, but I assumed that whatever Silas and I were about to do would be far more enjoyable than making out with Alex. The mouth remained shut.

“Positive.”

My cell ringer pierced through the air with an exasperating shriek. Silas cursed.

Before Silas could pitch the phone from the bedside table, I answered it. I didn’t have to look at the screen to tell who called.

“Alex. What. Do. You. Want!” I barked, dodging Silas as he attempted to snatch the phone from me again.

“Please help me, Noah! You swore! You SWORE!” His high pitched crying only intensified my aggravation.

“Fuck, can’t you wait five minutes?” I looked at Silas who was staring at me expectantly.

“He’s a persistent little fuck, isn’t he?” Silas questioned with a scowl.

“Okay, now I’m sure I heard another voice!”

I sighed, worn to my limits. “Yes Alex, you did. I’m trying to fuck Silas Thorne right now, and you keep interrupting us.”

Silence over the phone. Silas raised an eyebrow, amused.

“BLAHAHA! You’re hilarious, Noah!” Alex squealed from the other end.

I rolled my eyes. The dolt couldn’t even see the truth when it was literally shoved into his hands.