CAUGHT IN THE ACT
LAURA
Sam had planned the perfect distraction–a movie night with just the girls. No boys, no drama, just popcorn, pajamas, and bad rom–coms. It was exactly what I needed.
The boys were busy at practice or some party, and the thought of their absence gave me a strange sense of relief. Especially Josh. He had been avoiding me since… well, since that night. And honestly, I didn’t blame him. I couldn’t even look at him at school without guilt clawing at my insides.
Sam had chosen the movies, and not even halfway into the second one, I drifted off on the couch, the remnants of salty popcorn still on my lips. When I woke up, the living room was dark except for the flicker of the TV’s blue screen. Jess and Sam were sprawled out, both sound asleep, their soft breathing filling the silence.
My throat felt dry from all the popcorn, so I slipped off the couch as quietly as I could and tiptoed to the kitchen. I didn’t want to wake them, so I left the lights off, relying on the faint glow from the fridge as I pulled it open. The cool air hit my face as I scanned the shelves, finally grabbing a can of Dr. Pepper.
I stepped back, and my body collided with something solid- someone solid.
My heart leapt into my throat, and I barely had time to let out a startled gasp before a hand clamped over my mouth.
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“Shhh,” came the low, familiar voice, warm against my neck.
Josh.
I froze, my pulse hammering in my ears. His hand slowly dropped, and I turned my head slightly to look at him, but before I could say anything, he spun me around.
And then his lips were on mine.
My mind went blank.
Josh kissed me with a desperation that left no room for thought, no space for guilt. His fingers tangled in my hair, angling my head just right, deepening the kiss as his other hand gripped my waist.
I should have pushed him away. I should have stopped him. But I didn’t.
Instead, I leaned into him, my hands clutching at his shoulders as the world outside of his touch disappeared. He lifted me effortlessly, placing me on the edge of the kitchen island, stepping between my thighs as if he belonged there.
His body pressed against mine, and I could feel him–hard, insistent, a physical reminder of how much he wanted me. The thought sent a rush of heat through me, pooling low in my belly.
When his lips left mine and trailed down my neck, my head tilted back on instinct, giving him more access. A soft sigh escaped me before I could stop it, and I felt him smile against my skin.
“Josh…” I whispered, but I didn’t even know what I was trying to
say.
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My hands slid to his chest, the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of his shirt. His hands roamed too, one skimming my thigh while the other cupped the back of my neck, keeping me close.
And then I heard it–a quiet, sharp intake of breath.
I froze.
Josh must have felt the tension ripple through me because he stopped too, lifting his head to follow my wide–eyed gaze.
Standing in the doorway, bathed in the pale glow of the fridge light, was Jess.
Her eyes were wide with shock, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.
The room was so silent I could hear the faint hum of the fridge.
“Jess…” I croaked, my voice barely audible.
Josh stepped back, his hands dropping to his sides, and for the first time, I saw something in his expression that I hadn’t before. Panic.
Jess’s gaze flicked between us, and I saw the pieces clicking into place in her mind. Her best friend. Her brother. Together.
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