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Vince doesn’t respond immediately. He just looks at me, and suddenly I feel like I’m about six inches tall.

I’ve never seen him this angry with me. My mother used to get angry all the time, usually over things I hadn’t even realized I’d done wrong, but Vince isn’t like that. He never has been. Looking at him now, though, I have the horrible thought that maybe I’ve finally done something that changes that.

What if he tells me to leave?

That’s ridiculous. He wouldn’t do that.

Would he?

And where the hell would I go?

Tears threaten, and I guess Vince can tell, because his expression softens. For a second, no one speaks.

Vince takes a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have walked into your room without knocking.”

I swallow, feeling some of the heat drain out of my face. “No, you shouldn’t have.”

His jaw gets tight, and for a moment I see anger flash across his face, and then it passes. “But Sophie . . .” He shakes his head. “Can you understand why I’m upset?”

Because he had a full view of my lips around Tyler’s cock? Maybe.

I don’t say anything, and he takes a breath. “Look, I’m tired, and I’m not handling this particularly well.”

“No kidding.”

His mouth tightens, but he lets that one go. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I try to think of something to say, anything, and all I manage is, “Fine.”

I walk out of the room without saying good night and go back upstairs to my bedroom.

My phone is on my bedside table, and when I pick it up, there’s already a message from Tyler.

Your stepdad is fucking intense lol

I stare at it for a second, then I turn my phone off.

Six

DECEMBER 21

Vince

Oh God.

It shouldn’t, but my hand feels so good on my cock, like I haven’t jerked off three times already tonight. Like I’m not getting sore from the number of times I’ve stroked myself, replaying the moment in high definition. Like I’m not exhausted from lack of sleep.

But my mind won’t release the memory. Sophie on her knees, her mouth around Tyler’s cock, his hand in her hair. The image is burned into the inside of my eyelids. Every time I close my eyes, I see it. The grip it has on me is obsessive.

This is the fourth time I’ve woken up tonight, imagining her mouth on me instead of Tyler’s.

Fuck.

I can’t help it. I reach for the moisturizer again, squirt some on my hand, and commit to getting myself off again.

My cock is rock-hard.

Sophie’s mouth. Her soft tongue, those full lips taking me down.