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We froze mid-breath.

Gerald lifted his head, eyes wide with sudden alarm. “That’s your dad.”

“Shit.” My heart slammed into overdrive. “He’s not supposed to be back till Monday.”

Another honk—louder, more insistent.

Gerald rolled off me in one smooth motion, yanking up his boxer-briefs and jeans. “Get dressed. You get to the couch. Now.”

I scrambled. Wiped the worst of the mess off my chest and stomach with the corner of the sheet, yanked my shorts back on, pulled the tank down. Gerald tossed me
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