Page 51 of The Addict

“Noah, are you alright?”

The heavy sound of Damian’s footsteps and his uneasy tone came floating up the stairs faster than my sheer panic could set in.

I hadn’t imagined that.

“Get up,” I croaked, placing my hands on Silas’s shoulders and pressing hastily.

God help me, if Damian found us like this…

Silas moved swiftly, seemingly on the verge of speaking but couldn’t quite find the words. “Your brother?” he mouthed.

“Noah?”

Both of our heads jerked towards the sound. Damian was right outside my bedroom door.

“Yes, we need to hurry,” I expressed anxiously, wondering what possessed my brother to come home so early.

I snatched my clothes from the floor and threw them on as fast as I could go.

“Noah, I’m coming in.”

Too little, too late.

I looked from my half clothed form to Silas’s, cursing our bad luck and timing. The reverberating twist of my brother’s hand on the handle was evident. We were screwed.

We stayed completely still as the knob turned. But the door didn’t open.

“Noah, if you don’t answer, I swear to God that this door will be on the floor in three seconds.”

I exhaled my relief. It was locked. I had Silas to thank for that one.

“One–”

“I’m fine!” I called out, attempting to sound annoyed, but my voice rose an octave. I coughed and saw Silas smirk out of the corner of my eyes. The race to dress continued.

“I was in the bathroom. What are you doing home?” I called out. Where the fuck were my boxers?

I could almost feel Damian’s eye roll through the wood. “We forgot some papers, and had to double back. Of course, you didn’t answer my phone calls or respond to the messages to know this. Why is your door locked?” He jiggled the knob like that was going to somehow work to open it faster.

“What? I’m not allowed to shit in privacy?”

There was quiet. “Where is Thorne?”

I stole a glimpse of Silas, watching as he slipped into his coat. His shirt and pants were already straightened and looked normal. I, on the other hand, had only managed to toss on my shirt and boxers, and even then I still looked very guilty. How the hell did he do that so fast?

“He already left,” I dismissed the question without thinking, pulling my pants up around my waist.

“Is that so?” Damian inquired.

Silas halted mid grab for his shoes, shot me a glare, and shook his head.

“Then why is his Rolls Royce still in our driveway?”

Damn.

“Oh it is?” I tried to sound surprised, but internally, I was kicking myself. “That’s weird.”

Silence.