"What do you mean he's home early? Who's home early? I panic standing up too quickly. Dizziness hits me like a brick wall making me stumble back. Dillon catches my arm lifting a finger to his lips. "My father," he whispers.
"Cant I just sneak out?" I ask pulling my shirt over my head quickly. He buttons his jeans. "No, he can smell you," he chuckles. But it's more like a nervous laugh. I mentally face palm myself. Of course he can.
"What do we do?" I say feeling nervous. We are both dressed and Dillon opens the window widely to let in fresh air and mask the arousing scent while I think of any possible excuses. "We tell him what happened in gym class, I'll tell him I brought you here because you couldn't stay at home alone," he says as I fix my hair. "You won't even tell your own father a
