The sliding door opens, and I groan. “Baby, leave us alone,” I murmur against Jacobs’s lips and then keep kissing him. That’s when a throat clears. Definitely not my sister. I turn my head. “Oh, fuck.” There stands my father and mother, my dad’s arms folded across his wide chest, and my mom looking like a wide-eyed Barbie doll. “Oh, fuck indeed,” Dad says.
Baby why weren’t you being a watch dog girl. i thought we was friends
