Chapter 39. Boy’s Den

Miles

It’s past three in the morning and we are at the rockstar Noah Miller’s place. My stupid brother.

“I am so glad you didn’t crash at my house,” I tell him as we enter his living room. This place is messy as hell.

“Nice to see you too, brother, and admit it. You are jealous that you don’t have a boy’s den.”

“I am not a boy.” I tell him and he snorts.

He passes me and hugs Liam. “Long time man!”

Liam chuckles. “Oh well, you are the one who is never around.”

I crash onto his sofa while Liam settles on Noah’s huge bean bag. I am tired as hell. This has been the hell of a night. I talked to Liam for quite some time and we decided Noah should be informed, too. It would be better if he didn’t figure out the truth from someone else.

“So what is it?” Noah asks while he leans on the counter.

I cock my brow at him. “No drinks, no nothing. Right straight to the point! Where are your manners, Noah? Where is your southern hospitali