Sarah’s POVJake’s hands were still in my hair when I heard my father’s footsteps in the hallway.I should have pulled away.But I didn’t.“Sarah?” He said my name like it was a question. Like he wasn't entirely sure it was me pressed against the wall.His voice cracked down the hall like a whip. I turned, still pressed against the wall, Jake’s mouth barely off my neck.My eyes met my father's; he stood there, chest heaving, eyes wide with a fury I hadn’t seen since the day the videos of Jake and me leaked to the Internet.“In my house?” he said, voice low and shaking. “Under my roof, with your sister's husband?”I snorted.“Ex-husband,” I corrected, straightening my blouse. Unbothered.He went silent, disbelief hanging over his features, mixed with the kind of anger I had barely seen on him. “Come on, Dad… There’s a difference,” I protested.“I don’t care what you call him.” His hands curled into fists at his sides. “This is wrong, and you will not do this here. I won’t allow it.”I
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