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Because somehow, my fatheralwaysfinds out.
“Wait.” I press my hand against Trevor’s chest and gently push him back, breaking our connection.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I want to … but not here,” I whisper, and the heated look returns to Trevor’s eyes.
I want my first kiss to be special. I don’t want to make out on the dance floor while everybody from school watches.
“Afraid your dad’s going to make a surprise appearance?” Trevor teases, brushing a strand of my curly hair behind my ear. “He won’t.”
Everyone at school knows about how strict and controlling my dad is. And I’ve endured more than my share of hidden whispers and gossip.
I gaze down at my feet. Iwantfun. But there are boundaries I’m still not ready to cross. Should I thank my dad for that? For ruining my fun while he’s nowhere in sight and keeping me safe whether I want it or not?
“It’s just you and me.” Trevor grins, pulling me closer. “And I’ll treat you right.”
I stare at him and he’s waiting for approval. I nod hesitantly and Trevor smiles, lowering his head. My heart beats wildly against my chest. My common sense tries to tell me to stop, but it’s too late.
“It’s okay,” he whispers in my ear as he pulls me close. His other hand pins my waist against him, and I feel his hardness—warm, throbbing, and inviting—press against my stomach.
Will you be my first?
This is what I’ve wanted for so long, right? A guy who wants me badly enough to do something about it. One who will give me everything he’s got and not be afraid of my father.
Suddenly, the music stops.
Oh no …
Shocked silence grips the room, and my eyes fly open to find everyone staring at me. My heart drops like a stone when I see my father, Michael Clark, standing by the patio doors, watching me. His face is contorted in anger, but his eyes are filled with hurt. My cheeks sear in shame as I quickly disentangle myself from Trevor, who goes wide-eyed with fear when he sees my father.
Dad strides toward us with such intensity that it feels like a tornado has just hit the party.
“Step away from my daughter.” He doesn’t raise his voice, but there’s no need for him to. The hurt in my father’s eyes is gone, and in its place is something new. Something I’ve never seen before.
He looks like he’s ready to kill.
“Fuck you, man,” Trevor speaks up, drawing my father’s baleful glare instantly.
He grabs Trevor by the collar and lifts him up like he weighs nothing.
“Dad! Stop!” I shout, trying to pry his tight grip off Trevor. “Don’t hurt him!”
“Enough,” he says, never raising his voice, yet there is no mistaking the power behind his words. His free hand grabs myarm with an iron grip that I had no idea he was capable of. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
“Let her go, asshole!” Trevor shouts and reaches for my dad.
Wrong answer.
Everything happens in a blur. Without warning, Dad hurls Trevor across the patio, knocking another boy into the bushes. Other than the sound of rustling branches as Trevor struggles to get up, there is only silence.
“Home. Now.” Dad’s voice is iron-hard like his grip, and there is an edge to his voice that tells me he will not tolerate backtalk or dissent.
All my life, he’s been strict and overprotective. But this … this is extreme, even for him.
He drags me toward his truck, ignoring the tears welling up in my eyes as he publicly humiliates me. I turn my face away from my friends’ gaping stares burning into my back. I don’t dare look at them, and I hope I’ll never see any of them again.
Not after this.
