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“Wait for me,” I said breathlessly, sitting up and straightening out the dress.

“Uh… I’ll try?”

“Dad never said anything about me not being allowed in the guest room.”

Chapter 32

Lily

I hopped out of bed and tiptoed to my door like I was working a spy mission. Opening the door as quietly as possible and then closing it behind me without a peep, I continued into the hallway and kept my ears pricked for any indication of movement in the house.

I passed Jane’s room, and then my parents’ room, keeping my steps as light and quick as possible while inching towards the staircase. Just as I reached the landing, ready to make the quiet dash down the stairs, I stopped short when I almost ran headfirst into Jane sneaking up the stairs.

With a boy in tow.

The boy from the soccer game.

We all stopped like deer caught in headlights.

I crossed my arms over my chest in sudden awareness of what I was wearing. “Hi?”

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Jane whispered.

“Deal.” I looked at the boy and smiled quickly. “I’m Lily.”

“Finn.” He gave me an awkward little wave.

“How old are you, Finn?”

“Lily,” Jane hissed.

“I’m sixteen,” Finn said, paired with a voice break.

“Okay. Just checking. Use protection if you—you know.” I spun back around and took to the stairs again.

“Dude?” Jane quietly exclaimed.

I threw a grin over my shoulder as I reached the last step, and Jane shook her head. Blushing from head to toe, she took Finn’s hand and dragged him quietly to her room.

I would talk to her about it some other time — how they met, what he’s like. For now, though, I had one thing on my mind as I hurried through the downstairs in the dark, navigating furniture to avoid a stubbed toe. Only to run my hip into the corner of a side table instead.

I stifled a pained cry as I gripped the table's edge to keep it from rattling everything on top of it. The large lamp was my main concern.

After a beat, and with the guest room door in sight, I kept moving. My heart raced as I got closer to it, as if it were my first time all over again, and I slowed my steps until I was right outside the door.

I knocked lightly and waited.

When Dean didn’t answer right away, I wondered if he heard me and made to knock again, except the door swung inwards, revealing a very naked Dean on the other side. His eyes darkened the second they fell on me.

I barely had time to study him in all his tattooed, nude glory — quickly trailing my gaze over every inch of exposed skin and muscle — before he hooked his hand around my back and pulled me into the room.

“You’re brave answering the door like this.” I fumbled to shut the door until Dean simply pressed me into it.

The door closed with a quiet click as Dean angled his head. “I liked my chances.”

Our mouths clashed, moving with passion and heat while I pushed him back, walking him towards the bed. His touch grew with need as he pushed himself against me. With our bodies so close, his semi rested against my stomach and wrinkled my lingerie in the process.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and rose to my tiptoes for more.