Page 21 of Lilly

My face is on fire. I'm so embarrassed. We've never been caught like this, and although Dean didn't actually see us doing anything, he knows we either just did it or were about to.

"Oh." His dad sounds just as uncomfortable as I feel. "I'll just wait in the living room. Come out when you're ready."

"This is so embarrassing," I whisper as I zip up my shorts.

Reed smiles, then drops a kiss on my lips. "You don't have to be embarrassed. He knows we have sex. I'm sure your family does too."

"Yeah, but we've never been caught."

He puts his t-shirt on and runs his hand through his hair. Just doing that, he looks perfect and yet I'm a mess. I check myself in the mirror. My clothes look fine but my hair's all staticky from rubbing against the bed.

"Ready?" Reed asks.

"Are you serious?" I look at him like he's crazy. "I'm not going out there."

"Why not?"

"For one, my hair's a mess. And two, I can't face your dad after that!" I whisper scream. "I'm too embarrassed."

He takes my hand. "Come on. I don't know what he wants but I'm not letting it take time away from being with you. If I'm going, you're going."

"Then let me at least fix my hair." I turn to go in the bathroom but he keeps hold of my hand and comes around to face me.

With his other hand, he smooths my hair. "There. I fixed it. Now let's go." He tugs on my hand and I reluctantly go with him.

Dean is sitting on the couch, looking through his phone. He stands up when he sees us, smiling at me. "Lilly, I didn't know you'd be here today."

"My dad had a meeting downtown so I asked if I could come with him." I usually look at people when speaking, but I can't look at Dean right now. I try, but my eyes keep avoiding his face.

"What time is your father picking you up?" he asks.

"At five or a little after."

He smiles. "Maybe we could all go to dinner."

After the last dinner he had with my dad, I'm thinking that's not a good idea.

"We have to get home," I say, "but maybe some other time."

"Then I'll take you two out to lunch. You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"No," Reed says, sinking down on the couch.

He's disappointed and so am I. Neither one of us cares about lunch. We wanted to spend the next five hours in his room, talking and listening to music and having sex. But instead, we'll be stuck hanging out with his dad.

"Do you have the afternoon off?" I ask Dean as I sit next to Reed.

"No, but I've decided to take it off." He sits across from us in the chair.

"Any reason why?" Reed asks.

"Because I'm celebrating! That's what I wanted to tell you." He moves to the edge of his chair, a big grin on his face. "I have big news, son."

"Yeah. So what is it?"

"I got the job! The one I applied for? I got it. I actually got it!"

"That's great, Dad. Congratulations."

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