Not good

Jessica

I quickly get dressed and walk out of the bathroom, terrified I may have been caught in the bathroom with a man by my younger siblings. I know this sounds silly, but one is a teenager, and the other is a pre-teenager. We haven’t even had THE talk, and I am already so uncomfortable thinking about having that conversation with either of them.

Not that I even have much experience to help guide them!

“Jessica, where are you?” Julie calls, and I take a deep breath as I stretch my facial muscles, ensuring my expression has turned neutral before entering the living room. I walk back down the hallway as my heart is racing; did we get caught?

I have no idea where Damon is. Did he leave? Was he able to sneak past my siblings? But as I turn the corner, my eyes widen as I see him sitting at the dining room table with Jackson.

“Wow, did you finally take a shower?” Jackson teases me. “You smelt awful,” he grins as he looks at me and then Damon. His eyebrows are raised, and I look at Damo