4
I moaned into Jake’s shoulder, my back arching into his body as his finger drew light circles around my hips. Ryan’s voice came from the top of the stairs.
“Yo, Jake? You down there?”
I froze. My entire body went stiff. Jake didn’t.
He stayed behind me, his chest to my back, his hands still on my hips. He hadn’t even zipped his sweats up yet.
I pushed his hands off me. “s**t. Move.”
Jake smirked, pulling up his waistband like we weren’t seconds from being caught. I scrambled for the washer, grabbing the forgotten detergent bottle just as Ryan’s footsteps hit the hallway.
Jake leaned against the dryer, looking as calm as ever.
I hissed at him, whispering, “Say something! He can’t see me like this—”
Ryan’s head popped in. “There you are.”
I turned fast, clutching the detergent li
