She paused, more notifications dinged from my phone, but I just held her face, waiting for her answer.
“I am a minor,” she pointed out. “Technically, anyway. If my father overreacts, it could be considered kidnapping, taking me over state lines without my parents’ permission.”
I almost laughed, intrigued by the adventure, but then again, she was right. Even if she got over learning who I was and walked back to this town, her hand in mine, not only would I have to face the reality that I’d just run away for the weekend with the mayor’s underage daughter, but that he would undoubtedly know I’d gotten into her pants.
He might forbid us from seeing each other.
But he wouldn’t press charges. That was drama and gossip and embarrassing for all parties involved. He’d want to keep it as quiet as possible.
I was who I was, and so was my father. Griffin Ashby wouldn’t take it that far.
And nothing would keep me from her. I’d love to see him try. I almost looked forward to it.
Fuck it. We were going.
I snatched up her bottom lip between my teeth, a smile in my voice. “My kind of fun has a price.”
She laughed, looking excited, and nothing mattered more than where we’d be in a few hours. Alone, quiet, just us.
I didn’t even want to stop at my house for clothes.
My phone started ringing, hers beeped, as well, and she reached for it, but I pulled her hand back, starting to get hard again.
Shit. We didn’t have time for this. We had to leave.
My phone dinged again.
And again and again, one right after the other.
What the fuck? If Michael needed his car back that badly, track it and come get it, for Christ’s sake. It was fucking early.
I pulled away from her mouth and growled as I reached over the side of the bed and felt for my phone. Finding it, I picked it up and turned it on, looking at the screen as she kissed my neck.
Instagram notifications, tags, tweets, PMs with article links…
What the fuck was this?
It all hit me at once, my nerves firing as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. And then I clicked on a tag, a dark video popping up with the sound off, but it didn’t matter. My heart stopped, instantly recognizing what I was seeing.
Winter and me in the bathroom night before last night.
The video on the group phone. It did take.
After it fell to the bathroom floor, it only recorded the ceiling, but it was still going. All the sounds we made would be on there and…
My eyes raced, scanning for who posted it, the comments, and then seeing my other notification and that it had been posted on multiple social media sites by several people, shared and retweeted like crazy.
Dread rolled through my stomach, and I caught another video I recorded of Kai and Will beating the shit out of a man who had been beating the crap out of his little sister.
Unfortunately, the man was also a cop, and Kai and Will’s faces are also visible.
And mine, along with Winter’s on our video, wasn’t hidden at all.
The comments raged, throwing shit at all of us, and I couldn’t look anymore. I closed my eyes. “Oh, my God,” I muttered.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, still kissing me.
Notifications were piling up, my phone still beeping, and I silenced it.