A round of laughter boomed downstairs, and reality came crashing in. f**k, f**k f**k. I was in my parent’s house, for f**k’s sake! What the hell was wrong with me?
That’s when I remembered—The scent. Oh god, the scent.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” I muttered, pushing him away and jumping out of the bed.
“What’s wrong?” He was looking at me with a worried expression on his face. “Did I hurt you?”
“We smell like s*x and each other,” I said, panic rising in my chest. “Everyone downstairs is going to know exactly what we just did.”
I could already imagine Dash’s face, the questions. Mom would probably have words about appropriate behavior under her roof, and Dad might actually kill Kane. Kane, who was smirking up at me like a satisfied little s**t.
“Shower,” I said decisively, grabbing Kane’s
