Rylie's POV
I could feel the blood drain from my face and my throat run dry as my eyes fell on my dad who stood in the doorway. I glanced at Blake who looked equally as horrified. I could only imagine what was running through my dad's mind at the sight of his daughter straddling a boy on her bed in her bedroom.
An eternity passed as my eyes darted between Blake and my dad, wondering what would happen next. In reality, it was only about half a minute but it felt like forever.
"Daddy, I can explain," I stuttered, slowly climbing off of Blake when my dad still didn't speak. His eyes darted to me and the look in his eyes told me that I'd better not speak and I didn't, looking away instead.
"You!" he pointed at Blake. "Get out!"
"Yes sir!" Blake responded, jumping out of my bed
