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“You’re a little slut, aren’t you? You’re enjoying this.”
Panic flared through my body. He couldn’t be saying that. It wasn’t possible. I’d misheard him.
Even so, shameful desire washed over me, because his words made my panties damp.
“Slut,” I thought I heard him whisper, stroking my hair, kneading my waist, grazing my ass.
The last time I seemed to hear it, I almost came. I shuddered in his embrace, my legs turning to jelly, locking my arms around his neck, his strength the only force holding me up.
“Time to go inside.” Will’s voice, at a normal volume, broke my daze. I clung to his hand, following him unsteadily into the house.
The bright lights and voices inside woke me up. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I said quickly.
Will gave me his gleaming smile. “I’ll take you, Andie.”
I flushed, self-conscious, as he walked me to the nearest bathroom. When I slipped inside, I found a white and gold outer powder room with two girls putting on lipstick. Someone was using the bathroom beyond.
“Hi,” said one of the girls. “You’re Andie, right?”
I nodded, surprised.
The other girl leaned in. Her eyes were bloodshot. She wrapped a warm arm around my shoulders, smelling of perfume.
“You look like Will,” she rasped.
“What? No, I don’t.”
“It’s the eyes. Are you related? Someone said you were related. I think you are.”
“Oh, shut up, Beth,” the first girl said. “She always wants a scandal,” she told me.
My stomach lurched. “No scandal here, I promise.” The door to the bathroom pushed open, and another girl stumbled out.
“Lauren!” shrieked Beth. “Did I see you go into the bushes with Jensen?”
I wove behind Lauren and into the bathroom, shutting the door before I could learn who Jensen was and whether they’d gone in the bushes. My heart was pounding hard enough to vibrate my throat.
I wanted so badly to be an adult. Childhood had been awkward; I stayed quiet, watching others live their lives, scribbling my thoughts in notebooks, retreating to the woods that bordered our property so I could dream. Now I was eighteen — graduating high school next week. Ivy and I talked about being independent, making our mark. How great it would be to be out in the world.
But I’d never kissed anyone, other than a forgettable seventh-grade game of Spin the Bottle. No one had ever touched my body the way Will did. I’d never danced so close to a boy.
Never ached for another person like this.
He was my cousin.
My panties were soaked and useless. Desperately, I started to pull them down so I could throw them away. But going without panties could be even worse. Pulling them back up, I did my best to get clean, but the scent of my arousal clung to me as I hurried out to the powder room and washed my hands.
Will was waiting for me outside the door. He took my hand. It felt right and wrong, hot and cold. My heart was ready to burst out of my chest.
“I got worried, with you in there so long.” His slow glance took in my disheveled red hair and flushed cheeks. “Don’t make me worry, Andie. I don’t like it.”
Bringing my hand to his face, he inhaled deeply.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
His smile was so bright. “Someone’s been a bad girl.”
“What do you mean?”
