~Lyra~
Standing at the end of the hall, hair in a messy ponytail, holding a cup of cereal in one hand and glaring at me like I’d just returned from robbing a bank.
“Hello?” she waved the cereal spoon. “I’ve been calling you. Where the fuck did you disappear to?”
My mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
My pussy pulsed.
I was still leaking.
My thighs were glued together.
His shirt was hanging off my shoulders like a confession. Oversized. Black. Probably still smelled like his sweat.
Oh my fucking God.
I opened my mouth again, hoping a miracle would fall out, but my brain was doing that static thing. The one where it just screamed FUCK FUCK FUCK in all caps on repeat like a broken slut radio.
“Were you with someone?” she narrowed her eyes suddenly, stepping forward like a predator sniffing out a secret. “Why are you—wait, is that my dad’s shirt?”
Boom.
That was it.
Heart officially stopped.
Game over.
Lyra.exe has crashed.
I tried to smile.
It came out like
