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“I know,” I whimper. “But what about….”

He looks down at me. “What about your body, is that it? You want me to keep going?”

“I don’t want to fish for compliments,” I whisper, wondering what fourteen year old me would say if she could see us now.

“You’re not fishing. I’m giving. Your body is perfect, Becca. Your hips and your curvy ass and your round tits and…Fuck, you don’t know how badly I want to strip you naked, how badly…all the things I’d do to that young curvy body of yours. I want to make you come so, so bad. I want to hear what you sound like.”

My sex tickles against my panties, warming up. My body feels more sensitive, as though the fabric of my underwear rubbing against my sex has been amplified.

Everything feels brighter and more important somehow.

It’s like this is it. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

“I want that,” I whisper.

He clenches his jaw, his hand moving down to my ass. He moans as he starts to massage my ass cheeks, greedily squeezing them together, his husky breaths telling me he’s getting as much from it as I am.

My body leads the way, driving me to shift against him. I didn’t know it was possible to get this wet, this fast, but I feel so full of heat, so ready to….

“Becca,” June calls, her voice way closer than it should be.

She’s right around the corner.

“Becca?”

“You have to hide,” I hiss.

Ben steps back, his face crumpling into something like rage. Or pain. Something not good.

“Please,” I whisper frantically, imagining Alex’s face if he ever found out about this.

We’ve already crossed about a thousand lines.

June wouldn’t tell Alex, but what if she’s not alone?

One of Alex’s groomsmen could be with her, and they might tell my brother.

With a heavy sigh, Ben turns and stalks into the shadows. He moves with the calm ease of a jungle cat, like nothing could ever bother him, but I note the tension in his shoulders. And his fists clenched tightly; they’re a giveaway too.

I’ve ruined it, even if we should never have done it, to begin with.

I follow June’s voice, emerging from the courtyard area. Relief touches me when I see that Mom is standing next to June.

Thatwould’ve been bad.

“It’s their first dance,” Mom says, offering me a smile. “Where have you been?”

“Scouting photo spots,” I say, the lie coming far too quickly.

It’s like my body; my core knows I need to protect the future with Ben.

Even if there should be no future.

“Well, come on,” Mom smiles, touching my arm. “We can’t miss this.”

“No, of course, we can’t.”

Because this is Alex’s day, not mine, not Ben’s.

It’s Alex’s.

He’d hate me if he found out.


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