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“Fuck,” I keep my voice hushed, pulling on my clothes like I’m in a marathon. “What the fuck are we going to do? She can’t see you come out of here.”

Damien shrugs, his face still rosy, a little sweaty. “I don’t know about you but I need a smoke.”

“Jo?” Cindy calls again.

My jaw clenches. “A smoke?”

He’s already dressed, watching as I fix my shirt. “I meant what I said, Jo.” Damien pulls the trash bag out of the garbage and takes it out of the bathroom with him.

What the actual fuck? With a deep breath, I push open the bathroom door, hoping it doesn’t reek of sex.

“Watch it!”

Lea’s in front of me in a burgundy sweater dress, oversized tartan scarf around her neck.

Fuck.

“Jo?” Cindy comes out of her office, a file in her hand turned to her chest. “Slow today aren’t we? I’m not paying you after ten.”

Unable to speak, I nod, moving around to get the garbage bag I left behind the bar. When I get there, Damien is gone.

“See you, Jo.” Lea’s voice is phony but at least that’s all she says.

It doesn’t look like she suspects anything after all.

Pushing open the front door, I’m taking the trash to the dumpster as Cindy and Lea head out after me. The whole time, my body’s still trembling.

I slept with Damien King.

That’s all I thought about all night. All I can think about this morning.

He doesn’t acknowledge me in class though. Doesn’t acknowledge me in the halls either and I can still feel him between my legs. I’m on edge. I keep chewing the inside of my lip and my focus is completely shot.

I had sex with Damien King.

Not only that.

I had sex with Damien King right after I told him I’d killed someone.

How fucked up is that?

How fucked up am I?

Now Damien has two things on me and I gave him both.

The funny thing about it all? I don’t regret it. It was intense. The entire thing was but I can’t stop thinking about his hands on me. How good his lips felt on mine. How good his tongue felt down there. His firm body. His hard, curved...

SLAM!

Christian plops his books on the table and gives me the same treatment as Damien. Not even a glance. I’m starting to regret sitting here and I’m thinking about asking to switch when the intercom crackles.

“Good Morning ERA!” A melodic low voice booms. “This is—uh, wait, you can’t come in here!”

There’s a ruckus in the background, Lea’s voice taking over, “Excuse me!” A bit of bickering comes through the speaker before her voice comes back. “Hi! I’m Lea Huang with a special announcement for the upcoming Fall Masquerade Ball! It's sponsored by my father, Edward Huang. Huang 2020!”

There’s silence, then…

Moans.

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