Page 30 of The Addict

He said nothing, but walked forward until he was standing over me on the side of the bed. He sat down next to me. I couldn’t help but be hyper aware of how his legs brushed the exposed part of my thigh. My towel had hiked up a little from how I laid on the bed, and now I felt flushed.

“It was worth it, to me,” he answered.

I had a dozen questions that suddenly bubbled up to my throat. I knew that this was the time to ask them. I’d probably never get the chance to again.

A small buzz from on the side of me caused us to jump. I looked at Noah and laughed; the sound was coming from his pocket.

Noah had a sudden burst of energy. “Hey, maybe it’s your friend giving us a call back!”

I reached for the cell and sure enough, recognized the number on the screen. I slid the little green icon like my life depended on it. “Hello? Chels?”

A satisfied sigh came from the other end. “Dude, Delane. I totally got laid. Where did you go?”

I rolled my eyes. How wonderful it was that my friend got laid at the expense of my livelihood and safety. Noah watched my annoyed expression with a hint of amusement behind his dark eyes.

“Where did I go? You have got to be kidding me. Where did you go? And where the hell are you, now?” I chastised.

“Hmm. Idk, some guy’s house.”

“You slut!”

Noah’s eyes widened and he covered his mouth to stifle a chuckle. I wanted to slap myself for cussing in front of him in that way.

Great, now he probably just thinks I’m one of those girls.

“I know, right?” Chelsea laughed, completely agreeing with me. “Did you get home safe?”

I shifted uncomfortably. “Not exactly.”

The sound of a squeaking mattress on the other end told me she was sitting up in bed. “What happened, babe?”

“Nothing. I’ll tell you later. I’m safe now.”

Noah studied me.

“Are you at home?” Chelsea questioned.

I glanced at Noah. “Ummm...”

“My house?”

“I’m in the Hansen estate.”

I pulled the phone away from my ear, preemptively preparing for what was about to occur.

“HOLY FUCKING GOD! IN THE ESTATE? ARE YOU POSITIVE? DID YOU GET TO MEET THEM? I think I might have seen their building on a show before! OMG! Damn my luck – I should’ve stayed with you! FUCKING SHIT BALLS!”

Of course, Chelsea would’ve known exactly who Noah’s family was just by the name. I was sure that whenever I spoke with her next, she’d be lecturing me about how I needed to stop “living under a rock” and get out more.

Noah gave me a strange look and mouthed the words, “Is she crazy?”

I nodded to his question and returned the phone to my ear. “Are you done?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, well—”

“AAAAH! THAT IS SOOOOO AWESOME!”