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I thought we’d been careful.
After that kiss in the garage, Jason and I agreed—no more pretending, but no reckless risks either. We’d keep it between us until we were ready to face the fallout.
But secrets have a way of slipping out, especially when emotions run this high.
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It happened on a Wednesday afternoon. The house was quiet; Mom and his dad were at a charity dinner, and Maya had gone home after school. Jason and I were supposed to be working on an English project in the living room, textbooks sprawled across the coffee table.
At least, that was the excuse.
What really happened was Jason pulling me onto his lap after twenty minutes of “studying,” his arms wrapped around my waist as I tried—weakly—to protest.
“Jason, we can’t—”
“Relax, Princess,” he murmured, nuzzling into
