*Olivia*
Oh fuck.
Oh fucking fuck fuck.
“Wait, it’s not what it looks like, I swear–”
I sat up so fast that my head began to spin, the whiplash causing pain in my neck as the top of my head collided with Giovani’s chin. He grunted in pain, but my eyes were only on Dahlia, who stood watching us in stunned silence.
The cogs in my brain whirled around for an excuse, my eyes searching every inch of the room for anything I could use, but there was nothing. There was no way to hide it or to keep this secret anymore.
The damage was done, and all three of us knew it.
And wasn’t that what we had just agreed on?
But this was too fast, too quick. I didn’t have any time to prepare myself. The panic settled in as I scrambled to my feet before realizing that was a very bad idea. The T-shirt had ridden up, revealing my bare bottom, and I blushed deeply as I pulled it down.
Well, if there was any doubt as to what had happened between us, there wasn’t now.
