Page 70 of Echoes of Us

Chase slumped back in the chair next to me. “Sorry about that, she’s coming over,” he said with a smile and regarded Noah. “So, you’re like King’s sugar daddy?”

I rubbed my hand on my face. For fuck’s sake.

Noah beamed. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

I looked at him. “Don’t wind him up. He gets super annoying,” I warned.

“How old are you?” Chase asked Noah.

“Don’t answer that.” I reached to cover his mouth.

“Twenty-one next month,” he said before I could reach him.

Oh no.

“You’re fucking kidding me!” Chase slapped his thigh and cackled loudly.

“You’re twenty-one?” Ezra asked.

“Almost,” Noah said.

“Youarehis sugar daddy. I was just messing with you because of the watch,” Chase said.

Ezra glanced down at my wrist, his eyebrow going up.

“Did you know King was the youngest one in our year? You would never be able to tell by looking at him. He would be the way to go if you had to choose a trophy boyfriend. He’s so fucking ripped.”

Noah grinned while nodding. “He is.” He winked at me.

“If I were into guys, I would totally be into him. You know, social awkwardness aside, he’s super hot,” Chase said.

I scowled at him.

“God, especially when he’s mad,” he said, mockingly biting his lip and then proceeded to laugh uproariously when I sighed, letting my head fall back.

“Could you just not?”

“I’ll stop, I’ll stop,” he said.

I glanced at Noah’s smiling face. “Don’t give him more ammunition, I’m begging you. No more personal information.”

“Can you believe that’s the way he treats me? I was basically his best friend through high school,” Chase said.

“You were not my best friend,” I said over him.

“And now he turns on me. He never answers my texts. God forbid he ever called me to check in. He’s a shitty long-distance best friend.” Chase kept going, “He didn’t even tell me he was in a relationship.”

“Because you’re not my best friend,” I said again.

“I’m his best friend,” Ezra said, jumping back into the conversation.

“Well,” I said with a grimace, trying to keep the mood light.

“Colin’s not your fucking best friend, Att. It’s me, and you know it,” Ezra said.

I tried not to smile.

“He can be so hurtful,” Chase told Ezra. They both nodded in mock seriousness.

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