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He s in his success to commandeer the amount of time he did

“Stop distractinghis er “That’s not what this secret bathroo is about, and you know it”

“It’s not?” he says with a pout “It should be”

I shakeinto the corner of eht noe have serious ood faith It’s dirty warfare, and the scoundrel more than knows it

“We have is to talk about”

“Is it your breasts?” he asks hopefully, lifting a hand to cup the swell of one It feels good, I’ll give him that, but it’s only a matter of tiether

I swat his hand away, and he watches as er under his chin and lift, directing his attention back to oing to do about this? What a to tell my mother? About where I was? The clothes?”

He twists his cute, full ot an idea”

“You do?” I stand up straighter from the sink behind me

He nods

“Well, then, what is it?” I shriek in a whisper

“We tell theether”

“What? Are you joking?” A third question niggles at the back of ether are we? We’ve acknowledged feelings, sure, but I’ suddenly desperate for a label Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Plaything? What is this? my poor overworked brain screams inside

“No, I’ I think my dad knows anyway”

“Ohmy head into my hands “You saw that too?”

“Carly, what’s the big deal? We’re adults They’re adults We’re all adults”

“Yes, we are And you have an affinity for ripping clothing, and I don’t know, Ryan, don’t you think that’s a little too extreme of a visual for our parents?”

“Why?” He grabs s, it seems like they have some pretty active sex too if Betty’s accusation about their injuries is true”

“Oh, bleh!” I say with a jolt and shove ers into s aloud tothat little ditty since Betty suggested it, and you’re ruining my ability to compartmentalize”