Page 45 of Dark Tangled Truths
“EvanAnn?” Dad’s voice is questioning as realization floods him.
Fuck. I blink, but it’s too late. I draw the covers up a little higher to cover Evan. There’s no way to explain away any of this, except with the truth. I put my arm over my eyes and make sureEvan doesn’t move. My dad does not need to see her breasts which are pressed up against my chest.
“Downstairs. Five minutes,” Dad says sternly. The door closes, and his footsteps fade.
“Fuck.” I drop my head on my pillow. Five minutes isn’t long.
When I start to move, Evan clings to me. “Sleep,” she mutters into my chest, oblivious to the shitshow awaiting us downstairs. It’s Friday morning and way before we need to be up for school. We probably only got a few hours of sleep at best.
I scrub my hand over my face. “Little devil, the jig is up.”
She rubs her nose against my bare chest and blows out her breath across my skin. “What jig?”
“Our parents know.” I sit up, forcing her to sit up with me. She straddles my lap. “Or at least my dad knows.”
“Shit.” Evan pushes her hair out of her face and looks around like a shirt is going to magically appear.
I get out of bed, leaving her dazed and confused, and go into her bedroom, grabbing a pair of pajamas appropriate for being in front of our parents and some panties. I toss them to her as she’s still sitting on the bed, frozen.
“I know you wanted to control the narrative, but we knew it would happen at some point.” I pull on a pair of athletic pants and a t-shirt and then sit down next to her on the bed to help her dress.
Her eyes are wide as she tries to figure out how to fix this. I pull her top on over her head, and she finally pulls on the pants. I doubt she’s ever been in trouble before. Always the good girl until we ruined her.
I run my hand over her hair brushing it away from her face.
“What are we going to do?” she asks in a small voice. Her eyes are wide.
I tip her chin up. “We’re going to own up to it. We’re eighteen years old. Yes, it’s a little odd since our parents are dating, butteenagers have sex.” I search her frightened eyes. “I’m not giving you up, little devil.”
When I kiss her softly, she caves to the kiss like it’s the last one she’ll get. I pull away and reiterate, “You, Hawk, Cam, and me. I love you. You belong to us and with us. We’ll get through this.”
EvanAnn
When Damon offers me his hand, I look at it. Taking his hand means going downstairs to face whatever consequences are waiting. It’s still dark outside. This just isn’t my week. Dads finding me in compromising situations was not on my bingo card. I don’t want to face this, but at least I have Damon to face it with me.
I take his hand and climb off the bed. He pulls me into his arms and hugs me tight against him. For a second, I cling to him, resting my head on his heart. Will this be my last opportunity to be with him this way? Will they try to separate us?
Before we head down, I go to the bathroom to clean up as best as I can. I hadn’t planned on falling asleep right after sex, but that’s what happened. We also hadn’t planned on having sex though. Again. I wash my hands and meet my gaze in the mirror.
Fuck, this isn’t going to go over well. Adam saw me in bed, naked on his son. My breath settles like a lump in my stomach. My face is pale. Damon leans against the doorframe.
“It’ll be okay.”
But he can’t know that. I walk over to him and put my head on his chest. “I’m scared.”
“I’ve got you, little devil.” He takes my hand and leads me out of the room and down the stairs. The lights are on in the living room. My heart hurts and my fingers tremble in Damon’s.
We pause when we hear voices.
“In bed? Together? Naked?” My mom’s voice sounds near hysterics. “What—? How—? This can’t—but...”
“Keep it down, love. They’re on their way down here.” Adam’s voice is calm.
My heart slams in my chest as Damon pulls me to a stop so we can listen.
“This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have moved in this year. We should have waited. I thought she’d be safer. This is my fault. I did this. We should have moved to the apartments.” Mom sounds like she’s pacing, but every word out of her mouth ratchets my anxiety higher. My heart is going to explode. “But the apartments?—”
She cuts off.
