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Chapter Forty-Six: Self

A/N: I know the world is falling apart and everything, but, is it too much for me to ask you guys to please up your comment game this chapter? SOS yesterday was below average. A pandemic is not an excuse for mediocrity, people. Thank you, that's all, you may proceed.

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Chapter Forty-Six: Self

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Ophelia:

I get home a bit after midnight, even before my parents, and am still completely, utterly mortified.

We got caught, nearly having sex, in the back of Luke's car, by a police officer, who then called Uncle Dylan about it. Oh my god.

So, so stupid.

Apparently we went through the trouble of getting those condoms for nothing.

Well, I mean, I'm guess we'll use them eventually...

I hop into the shower for a quick rinse and then slip into my pajamas. As I'm just closing my bedroom door behind me, I can hear my parents' soft laughter, the tread of their footsteps, as they enter the house.

And, uh.

Ew.

Kissing noises. Murmuring. Chuckling and giggling and shhhing. A breathless sigh blending with a low groan, passing through the corridor outside my room and then disappearing with the opening and closing of their bedroom door down the hall.

My parents are less discrete when they're drunk, I've noticed.

When I was younger, I didn't really understand the significance of those sounds. I just thought they were laughing and joking with each other. But, erm, I think I totally get what's going on there now, and I'm just glad their room is far enough away for me not to, um, hear them.

As I crawl beneath the blankets wearing one of Luke's t-shirts and some underwear, my skin is so flushed and my insides still feel all fluttery from earlier, when I was with Luke, before we got caught.

I toss and turn restlessly against the cool sheets, thinking about how he was touching me, and how hot he looked with those dark shadows cast across his handsome face, and... Mm. His fingers between my legs, caressing me, rubbing me. His kisses. Luke's kisses just set me on fire. And his mouth sucking on my nipples, and the low, masculine sounds he makes...

It's late and I should be tired but I'm wide awake and, well.

I still want him.

Tomorrow Grandma Nelly and Grandpa Andrew and Aunt Katie and Uncle Martin and my cousins are coming down from Hamilton for the day, so I won't get to spend any time with Luke, and then Monday is the first day back to school after spring break, so...

My heart races in my chest as I fumble around on the side-table for my cellphone, click it on. He's probably sleeping. It's way too late to call him, isn't it? Of course it is.

But I find myself clicking on his name anyway, biting my lip as the phone rings softly into the silence around me. No, I should just hang up, he's probably sleeping, and—