I quickly pulled my pants back up while Jackson did the same. There was only one thing missing. My heart was almost beating out of my chest when I heard the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer.
“Where is my damn thong?” I hissed.
Jackson gave me a push to the double doors that led to the dining hall. I narrowed my eyes at him and ran out of the kitchen. Without my lost thong. Why did he have to rip them, every damn time?
I knew we were screwed either way. My scent was all over the kitchen island. There was no way this would go unnoticed.
The sound of Jackson's voice made my ears perk up.
“What are you doing up so late, Gamma Wyatt?” Jackson's voice was laced with a hint of authority. The one that made goosebumps rise on my skin.
“I heard some noises; I came to check. I k
