“Fuck me.” He puts his beer down. “You went from hating your new family to kissing one of them.” He shakes his head with a shit-eating grin on his face. I don’t respond to him. What is there to say? “That all you did?”

I only shake my head no. I’m not giving him or anyone else details. Then they might picture it, and I’d have to murder them, and I don’t want to murder my childhood friend.

“I don’t think this is what your dad had in mind when he asked you to play nice.”

“Fuck off.” I push to my feet. I shouldn’t have said shit.

“I’m fucking with you, calm down.” I run my hand down my face. The smell of Molly is gone from my fingers. I need more. “She’s in high school,” he points out.

“I know. I picked her up and dropped her off.” I shake my head. “She’s eighteen, but were those uniforms always that hot? I do not remember them being that way when we went to school there.”

“I think they changed them or something. I’ve noticed it too.” He picks up his beer, taking a long swig.

“What am I going to do?”

“I think you’re going to do whatever you want to do. Isn’t that what you always do?”

“You make it sound like I’d force myself on her,” I spit, getting pissed off. She was right there with me. I felt how damn wet she’d been. The way her hips bucked, wanting me to give her pleasure.

“That’s not what I mean, but I take it she returned this kiss.”

“I didn’t really get a chance to talk to her about it. We got interrupted, and I left the house before I did something irrational.”

“Irrational?”

“More irrational,” I mutter and drop back down onto the sofa, putting my elbows on my knees. “I’m an asshole with her. I can’t even believe some of the shit that comes out of my mouth.”

“Like what?” He cocks his head my way.

“Told her she couldn’t go to some party tonight.” I don’t mention how I told her to stop wearing those damn knee-high socks. Or how I’d guaranteed that there would be a repeat of what happened between us.

“What party?”

“I saw a message about there being a party tonight. Think it’s some end of the year graduation thing.”

“Is your sister going?”

“I don’t know, but what does it matter? Even if Emily does go, Molly doesn’t need to go. The girl is so damn naïve. Has no clue how alluring she is.”

“You’re cool with your sister going to some random ass party? High school boys are little fucks.”