His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over.
"I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me look at you?"
My heart hammers, a wild thing seeking his. "Yes."
So he does. And I feel it. For a long...
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NOAH
Faro being here doesn't make sense.
I left to go find Cam, all freaked out and worried, and not only was Faro not here, but Maddie wasn't either. I was only gone a few hours. What the fuck happened?
Camila's standing there like a statue. Stiff. Staring.
See, this isn't the night for introductions. She's exhausted, and she's out of a job and won't tell me why.
Faro's intense eyes are on my girlfriend, unsurprisingly unreadable. I don't like it.
I tug Cam closer to my side, but she doesn't notice. Her eyes are locked on Faro, wide and unblinking, like she's seeing a ghost.
"Faro," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
He shifts his gaze to me, then looks back at Camila.
"What are you doing here, man?" I ask. "Everything okay?"
Before Faro can answer, Fox says, "Yeah, fine." He's sitting on the couch with Maddie in his arms, staring at the floor. "Faro dropped by to let us know about Adam."
"Adam," I repeat, trying to keep up. Camila's silence is eating at me, but I have to focus. "What happened?"
"Arrested for a DUI," Fox says, still not looking at me. "Downtown. He just got out on bail. Please try to withhold your shock."
I take in Fox's tone, the emptiness in it. Is this about whatever the fuck 'Jellybean' meant? Is this about Adam, or Maddie, or Faro?
"Is Gwen okay?" I venture, hoping to god Fox's younger sister is alright.
Fox waves me off. "Hell if we know. She checks in twice a year."
"Okay," I mutter, unsure what else to say. I look back at Faro, searching for some kind of explanation, but he just stands there, quiet and steady, like a rock in the middle of a storm.
The tension in the room is thick enough to choke on.
Maddie jumps up from the couch, a bright smile plastered across her face. "Babes, come sit with me."
She grabs Cam's hand, pulling her away from me, and I feel a sharp surge of irritation. But I don't lay a hand on Cam. I don't pull her back. She's her own person, tired or not.
Camila goes with her, but she's on autopilot, her eyes still glazed over, her body still stiff. "Maddie, I'm really tired."
Maddie plops down on the couch, pulling Camila down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Movie night. It's perfect. We can all hang out together, just like old times."
"I don't want to," Cam mumbles.
"Leave her alone, Maddie," Fox sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
