CODY
It took me an effort to get up and tuck myself back into my jeans, the fabric feeling stiff and abrasive against my sensitive skin. Stephanie immediately fell into a deep slumber, chest heaving in a satisfied manner.
My heart was still thundering against my ribs—a rhythmic pulse that seemed way too loud for the quiet room. I found the strength to get up and I stepped into Brie’s bathroom, splashed some cold water on my face, and stared at the mirror.
My eyes were blown wide, my skin flushed a deep, tell-tale red. I looked like a guy who had just seen a ghost, or more accurately, a guy who had just spent twenty minutes living out his wildest, most illicit fantasy with his best friend’s mom.
I wiped my face dry, took a deep breath to steady myself, and headed back downstairs.
Bri
