I search my closet for a shirt, but I'm so frantic I can't find one even though I'm surrounded by them. I stop what I'm doing and close my eyes. I take a deep breath to calm myself down.
"Get it together," I tell myself.
Too much has just happened. I lost my virginity, Ford told me he loves me, and then we got caught right as he has to run out and chase down a threat. My brain can't slow down.
I should be worried about Ford and not that my dad is going to find out about the two of us, but the fear is one and the same. My eyes begin to water. He'll take him from me; I know it.
I sniffle as I put on the nightshirt I was wearing and a new pair of panties.
I'll fight my dad. It's the only way. I won't let him stand in the way of Ford and me. And I'm pretty sure Ford won't stand for it eit
