I shoot Emmett a grateful look. The only other option is Gray’s room, and I have a feeling that standing in the room where I’ve had sex with his best friend while we talk about me having sex with his best friend won’t exactly smooth over the moment.

There’s a long pause before Noah starts walking toward Emmett’s bedroom. I take a deep breath and follow him. I’ve never been in here before. The layout is identical to Gray’s room, but the space is cleaner and with more decorations.

We face each other in silence.

“I’m sorry you found out about it this way. You weren’t ever supposed to find out about it, honestly.”

It’s clearly the wrong thing to say because Noah’s expression turns furious.

“Are you kidding me, Evie? I find out you’re sleeping with one of my oldest friends, and all you have to say is sorry I found out? You missed most of my birthday to talk to your ex. How the hell did you get from there to here?”

“I don’t make judgments about your sex life, Noah. It’s none of your business. I’m an adult, and I can make my own decisions.”

“I’m not fucking your best friend.”

“I wouldn’t want to know if you were.”

Noah runs both hands over his face and into his hair. “What the hell are you doing with him, Evie?”

“I just told you, my sex life is—”

“None of my business. Yeah, I know. He’s my oldest—my closest friend.”

“I know.”

“You had a crush on him forever.”

My cheeks burn. “So?”

“So? You’re telling me you don’t care about him at all? That it’s just sex?”

I hold his gaze. “Right. I got over that crush a long time ago.”

Noah snorts, then crosses his arms. “How long has it been going on for?”

“A while. Ish.”

“A while-ish? Dates, Evie.”

I sigh. I can’t lie to his face. “Since Mom and Dad’s anniversary.”

“Almost two months?!”

“He’s been gone for one of them.”

Noah shakes his head. “What’s the point, Evie?”

“What?”

“You and Gray. What’s the point? You’ve seen how he is with girls. You could get with any guy you want. You could probably be engaged to Logan right now. Mom and Dad might have bought that mutual breakup bullshit, but I saw how he looked at you. Then. Last night. He’s a good guy who wanted to settle down, and you ended it. For what? To have sex with a guy who’s slept with half of Charleston?”

I wince at the blatant scorn. “They’re my choices, Noah.”

“And you’re my sister. You seriously think I’ll be able to stay friends with the guy who broke your heart?”