Page 42 of Echoes of Us

I’m fine

I’m heading back there right now.

Ezra Tate

fucking finally

where have you been?

Colin Whitmore

don’t do that again!

Me

at Noah’s

I waited for the hysterics.

Colin Whitmore

you’ve got to be fucking kidding me

Ezra Tate

you’ve been holed up in that apartment since Friday?

please tell me he hasn’t been making you smoke with him

please god tell me there haven’t been parties with you there

Me

jeez I’m okay mom

calm down

he was just going through some things

he’s better now

Colin Whitmore

I thought I was your mom

Noah walked out of the bathroom with a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, his skin glistening with droplets of water. His hair, darker when wet, clung to hisforehead. He looked beyond amazing. I faced away from him and he smirked.

“You don’t have to turn around,” he said, laughing lightly.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“Who are you texting?” he asked, fumbling with his clothes.

“My concerned parents.”

Ezra Tate

when are you coming back?

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