*Chloe*
I yanked the sheets over myself and buried the phone under my butt. How much had Sylvia seen? Had she seen the face on the other end of the call?
Had she seen me s*x chatting with her father?
Sylvia's eyes went wider than the moon. She stood there with her jaw hanging open, a look of incredulous disbelief in her eyes.
“Sylvia," I gasped. “Don't you know how to knock?"
“You…slut!"
I flinched as if I'd been slapped. It seemed like Sylvia was angry, but I couldn't tell for sure. If she were angry, then it was a foregone conclusion she had recognized her father on the other end of the call.
I didn't know how to respond. How do you respond when your best friend catches you sexting with her father? I didn't think there were college courses that covered such a thing. Her calling me
