He gapes at me with wide eyes from his position on the floor. After swearing a few times, I jog to her room and curse myself for not locking the door. I let myself in and find her laying on her bed with her eyes locked on the ceiling. "Maritza." I hesitate as I step into her room. My face is bright red and I feel embarrassment wash over me. I take a seat on the edge of her bed and she sits up with a slightly rattled expression.
We're both speechless as we stare at each other. I decide to be the one to break the ice and clear the air. "Are you okay?"
"I will be forever scarred," she confesses with a slow shake of her head. "I'm putting that on the list of things I wish I hadn't seen."
"I'm sorry," I apologize awkwardly as I rub my hands on my thighs. "I'm not going to pretend like you do
