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Madison toys with the edge of her bra as she watches us. Does she want him to see?

No other words are exchanged. I struggle to make sense of what’s happening. She could walk away. Choices are being made. Very erotic choices. And it’s getting harder to deny them.

Then she turns away and reality slaps me upside the head. She was frozen in panic. I can’t be a part of hurting her. This has to end. I reach for the blinds.

Her robe slinks down her body, pooling on the floor.

What the fuck? My jaw hits the floor with it.

Her thong leaves little to the imagination. She’s utter perfection. The curve from her waist to her hips looks even better than it felt. I can’t decide if I’m glad she’s including Elijah or not. Does that mean she’s just having fun, teasing her ex’s dad and his friend?

I’ll spank that pretty little ass of hers if that’s the case. And in a thong like that, she’ll feel every bit of the sting.

My entire body tenses when she turns around. She’s rubbing a hand over her bra. For us. Dropping a hand between her legs. For us. Do I care if this is all just a game to her? Can I play nice? There’s very little chance of that.

“We should stop. This is wrong on so many levels.” But my actions speak louder than words.

“How old is she?” Elijah’s voice is strained.

“Old enough.”

Four

Madison

Istareatmyceiling after sleeping in. Nowhere pressing to be this morning.

My brain replays last night as it did numerous ways in my dreams. Maybe there is something wrong with me. It’s not just that I gave Jayce a window show or that I didn’t stop when his friend arrived. I want to do it again. They enjoyed me in ways Brett never allowed.

And now that I’d whet my whistle, I crave more. I’d played it safe, closing the curtains after rubbing my hands over my body.

This sexual awakening, or whatever it is, empowers me. I’m more alive, more grounded, more connected tothemthan I’ve ever been to anyone.

I just don’t understand why.

Ugh, I roll onto my side. Who the hell am I kidding?

Where do I see this going? It’s not like we’re building a relationship. Except that damn connection part that I can’t shake. Is this how people feel when they’re intimate with each other? Did Brett leave me hanging too long and now I’m dry humping any guy who comes along?

Okay, that’s an overreaction. There are exactly two guys I’d like to dry hump. And that’s another problem. I’d be happy to do away with the dry part of that. I’m anything but.

Fresh air might do me good. I head onto the second-story deck, where I can’t see his house. I want to shout to the mountains that I’m in love, or at least lust. That’s better kept to myself though. Plus, it doesn’t matter since what we’re doing isn’t exactly a deep, emotional relationship built on loads of common interests and intertwined futures.

They’re just enjoying a free peep show. I roll my eyes at myself. Am I playing with fire? I shudder at how badly I want to get burned.

I work up the nerve to text Calli. If I’m going to make amends, I’ll have to be persistent.

I’m thrilled when she replies.

Calli:Yeah, we need to talk

So maybe she’s still mad, but ready to reconcile if I am. She has a break, which is only an hour from now. She works a ton of hours at the diner, but I haven’t set foot in there since getting home. Brett used to take me there a lot. Too much. Guess it kept us from being anywhere private. So many things with him make sense now. So many still don’t.

“Madi,” my dad barks as I open the door to come back inside.

“Just a second.” I detour downstairs to the kitchen to see what he wants, then I need to get showered and ready to meet Calli.

I stop in my tracks when my dad waves his phone at me. He’s fuming. My stomach drops. I’ve only done one bad thing.

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