i stepped closer. The air between them felt electric. She reached out, fingers brushing his shirt, and pulled him in.
Our first kiss was slow, then hungry. Clothes came off in the living room — no one said a word about stopping. We moved to the couch, then the bedroom, losing track of time. It was raw, intense, and completely unexpected.
By the time Dad texted he was on his way back, we were dressed again, breathing hard, sharing a look that said this wasn’t over. Oh I knew he’d be “visiting” my Dad a lot more often.