Our dirty little secret
I didn't exhale until I heard his footsteps retreat and then, because I was stupid, because I was desperate, because I was already this close, I finished.
Three quick strokes. I came apart in the dark, biting my pillow, thighs shaking, while my stepbrother went back to his friends in the next room.
I lay there afterward, breathing heavily with my shorts soaked.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Oliver: Saved you a slice. Come out when you're done.
I stared at the message.
WHEN YOU'RE DONE!!
Not when I finished studying or when I was ready but when I was done.
The room felt too small or rather too hot. He knew what i did. He definetely knew.