Bran's hand lingered under my clothes. "Don't worry, I'll get Alex out," .
In response, I looped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his.
My hand crept down his pants' waistband.
I had already took some of the fresh, red - colored juice from a box in the fridge and carefully smeared it on the sheets and in the bathroom.
He noticed that and asked about my cycle, I looked away.
That night, in his embrace, I stared wide - eyed into the darkness, watching day turn to night.
Suddenly, Bran's phone rang.
Eyes still shut, he answered.
"I have to go,"
"Okay," I replied, no questions asked.
He kissed my cheek and left.
As soon as Bran was out the door, Laura cornered me.
Learning his family background, her face paled. "With his family, is he serious about you? "
"He's got
