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Chapter Seventeen: After

Chapter Seventeen: After

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Luke:

There are like, a bunch of things that kinda happen all at the same time.

I feel groggy and heavy and hot and happy, cuddled against Ophelia's naked body. She's so soft and warm. My eyes float open and I hold her closer to me, feeling her stir, our skin stuck together, her hair tickling my face, her arms wrapped around me.

And then I realize that we apparently fell asleep after... all the stuff that happened. And then my attention sharpens in on the reason I guess I woke up in the first place, which is the insistent dull knocking on the outside of my bedroom door.

And then all of a sudden before I'm even completely awake yet, the door pushes open and I hear a deep voice curse, "Oh, bloody fucking hell," followed by the same voice, receding, calling, "Victoria..."

Oh fuck.

Oh, I am in such deep shit.

Jolted awake but disoriented, I grab the folded throw-blanket off the base of my bed and fling it over Fee because she's like, uh, completely naked still, curled up beside me.

She rolls over in the commotion, her big brown eyes fluttering open, sitting up a little, confused, clutching the quilt to her chest.

"Oh, did we... fall asleep?" She blinks, looking at me, at the open bedroom door just as my mom comes to stand gingerly at the threshold, peering inside.

"Oh, dear," Mum exclaims, arching an eyebrow, mouth open a little. "We were... wondering what happened to you. It's close to six PM and Fee's parents haven't heard from her... so..."

"Oh, frick," Ophelia breathes, blushing bright red, hugging the blanket around her for dear life. "Uh, Aunt Vicky, I promise we didn't... uh... you know..."

Mom looks very skeptical. She purses her lips, like she's trying not to smile or grimace. Her dark, shrewd eyes travel from us to our clothes scattered around the room, then back to us. "Get dressed and then come out and we can... talk about it."

And then she pulls the door shut, and Ophelia and I sit there, shocked, for a second, staring after her in disbelief.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Feelz. I didn't even realize we fell asleep."

"Oh my God, we're... in so much trouble," she whispers, clapping a hand over her mouth.

Images of earlier, of everything that happened, flood to the front of my mind. I swear even remembering what we did gets me kinda hard, but now is like, not the time.

Ophelia slips off the bed, bundled in the thin blue blanket, and begins to pick up her clothes from around the room.

I toss my cum-soiled t-shirt into the laundry hamper, reminding myself to, uh, do my own laundry later.

We get dressed again in silence, and I feel bad now because the amazing new experience we had together earlier is over and now kinda tarnished by getting caught, lying together nearly naked, by my parents.