Reid shakes his head and before any more mush comes out of his mouth I pull him back to me because I don’t want to have any questions right now, don’t want to think, I just want to feel. Reid’s hands move down my body. His lips follow. Reid kisses my jaw, my neck—

The door swings open, the light switches on, and Reid falls on the floor.

I blink, my eyes readjusting to the light.

“Oh.” My dad’s face is fifty shades of mortified, but Reid has him beat. I’m pretty sure Reid wishes he could melt into the floor and disappear. I know I do. “Um.”

“How was Connecticut?” I ask, because maybe if I pretend this is normal, no big deal, Reid is not shirtless on the floor, nope, my dad will leave quietly and we can talk about it in the morning. If we have to talk about it. I’d prefer to never talk about it, thanks.

“Fine. Uncle Adam, um, has the flu so we didn’t…” Dad pauses. Inhales. “You know what? I can’t do this right now. I just have to ask—are you being safe?”

“Oh my God,” Reid says.

“Dad,” I say.

“We’re not… we haven’t—”

Dad holds up his hand, cutting Reid off, whose shirt is now on inside out. “Spare me the details. I am—” Dad looks back and forth between us, swallows “—going to walk away now.”

Dad backs up, closing the door behind him.

Shit.

Reid and I sit shoulder to shoulder, in silence, stewing in embarrassment. Reid worries my dad hates him now and he’ll stop teaching him. I talk him down because that is impossible. Dad’s temporarily traumatized, sure. Do I wish my parents texted me a heads-up that they were coming home tonight? Of course. But the biggest thing is…

“How long until my parents know?” Reid asks.

I sigh. “I’d guess they already do.”

“Ugh.” Reid’s cheeks are so red they’re almost purple. I’m not sure they’ll ever return to a normal hue. He zips his sweatshirt and swipes his keys from the end table. “I’m just going to, like, go home and pretend the last ten minutes never happened?”

“Yeah,” I say. “The before, though? Pretty okay.”

Reid smirks. “Yeah. Pretty okay.”

Reid kisses me once more and then he leaves out the side door. I curl up on the basement couch, watching my favorite episodes of Parks and Rec until I’m certain my parents are asleep. I don’t want to talk about what this means. Dad’s face, seeing Reid and me partially clothed on his couch, screamed, Shit, I wish they still hated each other oh my God it was better that way!

I don’t know how Reid and I will be after the musical is over.