Chapter 6:

Stolen Moments

The afternoon dragged on like torture. Every laugh from the family, every clink of plates, felt too loud while Lewis’s cum was still drying on my thigh under my sundress. I helped Mom in the kitchen, chopping vegetables, but my eyes kept finding him through the window. He was outside grilling with Dad, those broad shoulders flexing as he turned the meat.

“Anna, you’re slicing that onion too slow,” Mom said. “Everything okay? You look flushed.”

“I’m fine, Mom. Just hot in here.” I forced a smile.

Lewis came inside for more seasoning. Our eyes locked. “Need help with anything, Anna?” he asked, voice innocent for...