John’s voice cut through the room like a bucket of ice water.

“Uncle Sean, are you in there? It’s thirty minutes already.”

Sean’s whole body locked. His eyes met mine for one panicked second—my top still shoved up under my arms, shorts and underwear somewhere on the floor, the clear evidence of what we’d almost done written all over both of us.

“Shit,” he mouthed silently.

I yanked my top down, snatched the duvet up over my bare lower half, and kicked the discarded shorts under the bed as fast as I could.

Sean finished buttoning his shirt with hands that still weren’t steady, shoved his laptop bag higher on...