NOAH’S POV
I gently locked the door behind me and stepped inside, careful not to make a sound. The living room was dark, which meant Gavin was already asleep. That was weird, but also a good thing. At least I wouldn’t have to explain anything.
Just as I was about to sneak past, the lights suddenly flickered on.
I froze.
Standing by the dining table, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, was Lucas. And right next to him, munching on a bag of crunchy chips, was Gavin.
"And where the hell are you coming from, Noah Leister?" Lucas’s cold voice rang through the room.
Crap.
Anytime he called me by my full name, I knew I was screwed. My brain scrambled for a way out.
I plastered on my best innocent smile. "Big brother!" I squealed, launching myself at him.
He instinctively caught me, his arms
