Chapter 1
Angela’s pov
The plane was still flying high and the cabin stayed dark except for the little lights on their phones, the engines a low constant rumble under the seats they had pulled all the way flat so it felt like one wide bed in the very back.
I lay in the middle with my short gown already riding up my thighs, Dylan’s heavy arm along my left side and Kylan’s thick thigh under my right hip, both of them warm and solid and smelling like the party we just left.
Our parents were talking on the other side of that thin curtain, voices low and tired, far enough that they would not hear if I kept my sounds small at first.
I kept my eyes shut and breathed slow on purpose even though my heart was already beating faster.
They still treated me like I was too young to notice anyt
