CHAPTER 3
KATIE
I stare at the toy like it’s a bomb.
“No way. Not in public. Not with them.”
He pulls his phone out, opens the email draft again.
Mom’s name is still in the To: line.
“Ten seconds, Katie.”
I snatch the egg, storm to the bathroom, and shove it inside me while biting my lip so I don’t moan.
It’s cold and already buzzing on low when I pull my shorts up.
We pile into Mom’s SUV.
I sit in the back next to Zach, thighs squeezed together.
Mom and Dave are up front singing along to the radio like it’s a normal Saturday.
Zach rests his hand on my knee, thumb stroking.
The egg jumps to medium.
I jolt, grab his wrist.
“Stop,” I hiss under my breath.
He smiles, turns it higher.
My p***y clenches hard.
I bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet.
“You okay back there,
