The doorknob jiggled, and a woman’s voice came from behind the door. “João!”
My eyes widened, and I shot up from the ground, wiping any sign of drool or c*m off my face and pulling down my skirt. João cursed under his breath, redoing his jeans and pushing me behind him with concern on his face—an emotion that I never thought I would see.
“João!” a smaller voice said. “Mommy lost her key again!”
Oh God, this was bad.
I didn’t want to be caught dead in João’s house with him.
“Should I hide?” I whispered, gaze darting around the room like a madwoman. I looked at the couch, wondering if I could squeeze my body under it if I needed to or slip into one of the rooms off the hallway—if that even was a hallway.
João hadn’t even turned the lights on yet.
“Não,” João said, reaching for the doo
