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“I wanted to surprise you!”
I’m caught in the middle of this exchange. Not daring to move, or breathe. The woman snaps her head towards me. Then frowns. “Mr ... Mr...Turner?” She looks at Megan for a response.
Megan shifts back against the headboard, her hand glued to the duvet which thankfully covers her. I’m still standing with my hands covering my privates, trying to claw back some dignity.
It’s then that I recognize her. This is Erica, Megan’s younger sister.
“Itisyou,” her sister insists.
“Could you … leave and give me some privacy?” I feel powerless and pathetic.
“What the hell?” Erica hisses to Megan before closing the door.
“Fuck,” I mutter, hating that we've been caught like this. A worried look settles over Megan’s face, but it’s her silence which concerns me. I walk over and cup her face, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “Hey.”
“She told me she was coming on Friday. She had a course here for the entire week. She told me she’d come over on Friday.
“Are you going to be okay?” I'm worried about her. Her family doesn’t like me, and this will make things worse for her. It's another obstacle we don't need.
“I'll deal with her.” She jumps out of the bed and rifles through her closet, throwing on her clothes.
“My clothes are still in the dryer,” I remind her.
She looks even more distraught. “Ugh. So they are. I'll get them for you.” Then she disappears. I hear the two sisters squabbling and then Megan sticks her head through the door and gives me my clothes.
“I'm leaving,” I tell her. She comes inside and with her back to the door, holding it firmly shut, she watches me getting dressed. She gives me an apologetic look.
“I have to talk to her.”
“You’re in my thoughts and prayers.” I press my lips to her forehead before she leaves.
Chapter 36
MEGAN
“What the hell are you doing withMr. Turner?Are you insane?” Erica faces me with an angry look. I immediately have second thoughts about going home for Thanksgiving.
“I want my key back.” I feel so humiliated, like I want the floor to open up and swallow me. Poor Lance.
“Here.” Erica slaps into my proffered palm. “How long has this been going on?” I lead her into the kitchen so that Lance won’t have to see her as he leaves. My sister stands facing me with her hands on her hips. I imagine soon enough she'll call my mom and tell her this juicy news.
“Not long. We only started dating recently. A few weeks ago.”
“I don’t believe you.”
I scoff. “Well, it’s true, whether you believe me or not.” Not that I would tell her anything so personal, but this is the first time we've had sex. Full-blown sex. My body is still coming down from the high of our lovemaking.
It wasamazing, and we would have done it again and again. I look away. There's no point thinking about what might have been if Erica hadn’t turned up unannounced.
“Mom's going to be so angry,” Erica points out.
“She won't know if you don't tell her.”
My sister gives me an incredulous stare. “That man ruined your life. He brought shame and humiliation to you.”
“He did nothing of the kind.”
“I'm a grown woman now. I'm not a student. What we’re doing isn't forbidden anymore.”
