Noah was waiting when Sera opened the door to the bathroom.
He didn't say anything at first—just leaned against the frame, his arms crossed in front of him, and an expression somewhere between smugness and suspicion wrinkling his face. His gaze flicked to her, then to Lachlan, then back again. Sera could see the gears grinding behind his eyes.
"Well, well, well," he finally muttered, voice low and mocking. "And just what were you two doing in there?"
"Showering," Sera replied, pulling her hair up into a messy bun. "If I was fucking him, it'd take a lot longer than thirty minutes."
Lachlan smirked and stepped forward, casually slipping in front of Sera, blocking her from Noah's view. "And the fact that that's where your brain went tells me everything I need to know. What's the matter, Noah? Have you ever taken more than thirty minutes to please a girl? No wonder you don't have very many long term girlfriends."
