25.

BRYNN.

"Who’s that?" I’ve barely stepped into my room when Noah follows after and I grab my plushie off the bed to sit at the spot as he strides in with hands in his pockets. "No one," I tell him, refusing to look into his eyes in fear of him finding out the truth that lies underneath.

Noah doesn’t speak for a while and I turn to lie on my back. I grab my phone from the side and get myself busy with the mobile, but I should know better than anyone it’s not that easy to get rid of my brother.

He’s come closer to me now, grabbing the plushie off my leg before settling on the sofa opposite the bed. "A good-looking guy he is." My gaze leaves my phone screen and Noah is playing with the plushie with a small smile on his face. "Seems to know his way around here. Not his first time, right?"

I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s prying. Trying to get the words out of me with questions I can’t hide from.

"Noah," I call his name with a warning edge to my voice, a silent request for him to drop it