CHAPTER 23: A setup
The sound came again, the third time, sharp, insistent, impossible to ignore. Our senses kicked into action, but before either of us could fully move, the front door swung open.
Then, the sound of footsteps echoed from the foyer. I made a dash for my discarded jeans. I tried to quickly pull it up. I wasn't fast enough. Not even close. In the blind, frantic struggle to pull it up my legs, I toppled to the floor, groaning in pain.
“f**k!” Bastian turned towards the door, just as the footsteps stopped, and there was his friend, Dax.
He stood there, shocked, traumatized. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped open, and he jerked back a step as if he’d walked straight into a crime scene rather than the sight of me naked on his friend's living-room rug, scrambling in blind,
