“Fuck,” he mutters, and we both stare at each other wide-eyed for a moment. Seconds later, I hear my parents’ voices, and Lex puts me down. I take one look at the scratches I left all over his body and grab his hand, making a run for it. “What are we doing?” he whisper-shouts, following my lead. I throw him an incredulous look and push him into the bedroom, slamming the door shut in a rush. “What do you think I’m doing?” I ask, my voice borderline hysterical. “We’re both half-naked! Get. Dressed.”
