Chapter 252 Best Friends Dad Ch1

• It’s stupid, sitting here like this.Late as hell — after midnight, after the wine her best friend’s mom keeps hidden in the laundry room, after the soft hush of a pink bedroom door clicking shut upstairs.
• She should be up there too — under borrowed blankets, pretending to sleep while the house goes quiet.But she isn’t.She’s here. On his couch. Knees tucked under her tiny shorts that stick when she shifts, silk clinging damp where her thighs brush.
• She pretends it’s the movie she’s staying for — old black-and-white, nothing sexy about it except for how dark the living room is, how his big shoulders shift when he shifts, how the sweat darkens his T-shirt at the collar every time he brings the beer bottle to his mouth.