Claire’s heart slammed against her ribs so hard she was sure Xander could hear it. They both froze mid-kiss, his lips still hovering just above her neck, her fingers tangled in his hoodie. The knock came again, sharper this time.
“Claire? I know you’re awake, sweetheart. Your lights are on.”
Mom.
Shit. s**t. s**t.
Claire pushed at Xander’s chest frantically, eyes wide with panic. “Closet!” she whisper-hissed. “Now!”
Xander moved with supernatural speed, sliding off the bed and disappearing into her walk-in closet in less than a second. He pulled the door almost shut behind him, leaving just a tiny c***k. Claire smoothed her pajamas, fluffed her hair, and tried to wipe the guilty flush from her face. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
“Hi, Mom,” she said, forcing a bright smi
