“Yeah.” He grew disappointed. “My mom would probably notice too. Eventually.”
“Probably.”
“But, what about tonight? Can you stay?”
“I guess I can. I just need to ask Noah to cover for me.”
“Do you think he’ll do it?”
“He’ll want something in return. But, sure.”
“Are you willing to find out what?”
Was I ever.
“Where’s my phone?” I felt in between the folds of the duvet for it—no luck—then eventually found on the floor by the bed. I unlocked it and fell backward onto the pillow. As I texted Noah, Ethan watched me, still on his side, resting his head on the bottom of his hand.
Are you up?
Where are you?
I need a favor
Buy a fucking box of condoms like a normal person
Ethan chuckled.
It’s not that, dumbass Though I would take his advice and made a mental note to buy more condoms. Can you cover for me?
What do you mean?
I’m not coming home tonight and I need you to trick Mom and Dad into thinking I spent the night in my room
Why aren’t you coming home tonight?
Noah, can you help me or not?
Of course I can help, Thomas. I’m your brother
“That’s nice,” Ethan said.
“Wait for it,” I told him.
For a price
“There we go,” I said.
“Shit.” Ethan bit the inside of his mouth.
What do you want? I texted.
2 things
Shoot
“Me,” I amended out loud.
Ethan smiled, and then he leaned in a bit and kissed my temple.