f**k, I’m busted… again .
My stepfather ripped the pink shower curtain open, yelling,
“Emily, what the f**k?”
I choked on the thick smoke I’d just gulped in from the joint I held between my fingers. My throat burned and my eyes watered as I coughed uncontrollably, shrieking in surprise at being caught this way. I had stupidly thought smoking in the shower would somehow mask the scent of the weed, but clearly Philip had smelled it from his bedroom down the hall.
“I can’t believe you’re smoking pot again!” he exclaimed, his gorgeous brow furrowed with anger and frustration.
Philip was the hottest guy I had ever met. Just my luck that he was married to my mom. My mom is a cougar, chasing a guy thirteen years younger than her forty-one years of age. Philip was closer to my age than hers;
