“Fuck,” Anora cursed under her breath as she shoved me backward, her palms pressing hard against my chest before she scrambled off the table. Her breath came in quick, uneven gasps, her cheeks flushed deep crimson, and her fingers trembled slightly as panic replaced desire.“Where’s the damn skirt?” she hissed, her voice sharp but laced with urgency as she hurriedly reached for her clothes.My pulse thundered in my ears as I yanked up my trousers, my hands moving clumsily in my haste. Outside, I heard the unmistakable sound of my mother switching off the car ignition, followed by the heavy slam of the car door.My stomach tightened into knots. She couldn’t see us like this. If she did, we’d both be doomed.I walked to the crumpled skirt on the floor and tossed it to her. She caught it quickly, already fastening her bra and pulling her blouse over her flushed skin. The air was thick with the lingering scent of sweat, perfume, and our recklessness.Meanwhile, I snatched up the other ski
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