Dinner with the family

The restaurant is crowded and noisy, the air thick with the scent of food and the chatter of diners. Ryan sits at the table with his family, his leg bouncing nervously under the tablecloth.

He can't stop thinking about what happened in Luna's room, about the way he touched himself while watching her. The shame and guilt are eating away at him, making it hard to focus on the conversation around him.

Ethan leans back in his chair, his arm draped over Vanessa's shoulders. “So, Ryan,” he says, grinning at his son. “How have you been settling in to the new home?”

Ryan shrugs, his stomach twisting at the thought of either his father or new step mother finding out what he’s been up to, “Yeah, it's going well.”

Vanessa nods, her eyes flickering to Luna. “And how about you, sweetie? How's your summer going?”

Luna shrugs, her fork pushing her food around her plate. “It's fine. Just been hanging out with my friends, you know?”

Ryan can't help but stare at her, his eyes tracing the curve of her cheek, the fullness of her lips. He remembers the way her skin looked in the light of her bedroom, the way her body moved as she talked on the phone. He shifts in his seat, his cock stirring in his pants. He quickly looks away, his face flushing with shame and desire.

The rest of the meal passes in a blur, Ryan barely touching his food. He's too focused on Luna, on the memory of what he did. He knows he needs to get a grip, needs to forget about her and move on. But he can't seem to do it. No matter how hard he tries, he can't stop thinking about her, can't stop wanting to see more of her.