My first crush (COMPLETED)√

Chapter 29: Your body is mine, my body is yours.

Sharon's POV

"Stephen!" I screamed.

If someone had told me I'd end up standing half-naked outside one day, I would have laughed it off as some ridiculous joke. But right now, my life didn't feel funny — it felt humiliating.

For a split second, no one moved.

Stephen just stared, eyes wide, as though the world had gone silent around him.
Eric blinked rapidly beside him, equally stunned.

"Wow..." Stephen muttered under his breath.

"Holy—" Eric exhaled, clearly caught off guard.

Heat flooded my face. Shock quickly turned into anger when I realized they weren't looking away fast enough.

"You guys are insane!" I snapped, snatching up my towel and wrapping it tightly around myself, holding it like armor.

"Sharon... I'm sorry," Stephen said.

I looked straight at him. "You're not."

I could still see the lingering thoughts in his eyes — curiosity, desire, something that made my skin crawl in that moment.

"Sharon, just stay here," Eric tried gently.

I shook my head, disgust rising. "I shouldn't even be around either of you right now. You couldn't even wait a second before staring at me like I was something to claim."

The silence that followed was heavy. I grabbed my bag from Stephen and walked past them.

"Sorry, Eric," Stephen muttered behind me. "She's coming with me."

"Sharon," Eric called, but I didn't stop.

Outside, I became painfully aware of the attention I was drawing — neighbors glancing over, curiosity sparking in their eyes.

"Sharon, get in the car," Stephen insisted, pulling up beside me. "You don't want people seeing you like that."

"I don't have much of a choice right now," I muttered, tightening my grip on the towel as I continued walking.

He slowed alongside me. "Please. I said I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen."

I exhaled sharply. Reality won over pride. Sliding into the passenger seat, I shut the door quietly.

"Were you really going to walk around like that?" he teased lightly as he drove. "People would think something's wrong."

I shot him a glare. "Are you calling me crazy?"

"No," he laughed softly, glancing at me. "I'm just looking at my girlfriend wrapped in a towel."

"Your girlfriend whose privacy you just destroyed," I corrected.

His smile faded a little. "You know I wouldn't have wanted that to happen."

"Whatever," I murmured, turning toward the window.

He ran a hand through his hair. "You're mine, Sharon. And I care about you — about every part of you."

I glanced back at him. "Care... or control?"

He smirked slightly, tension shifting into playful confidence. "Relax. I'm just saying we don't have to pretend we don't feel anything."

The car slowed as he pulled over briefly, looking at me more seriously now.

"You don't have to answer anything," he said, voice softer. "Just... tell me what you want."

My heart skipped — half from nerves, half from the intensity in his gaze. This wasn't how I imagined things unfolding. Not rushed. Not chaotic.

I swallowed, unsure whether I felt closer to him... or further away.