SHEILA

I scrambled off the bed, my heart nearly hammering its way out of my chest. My legs felt like they were made of overcooked noodles, trembling as I tried to get my jeans back on.

"Sheila? Bryant? We’re back! And wait until you see the dress Cherry found!" Aunt Linda’s cheerful voice drifted up the stairs, blissfully unaware that the air in Bryant’s room was currently thick with the scent of raw, forbidden sex.

I wanted to disappear. My hands felt clammy, my heart refusing to slow down even for a bit.

"Shit," Bryant hissed, though he still looked maddeningly calm as he pulled his gray henley back over...