Noncommittal

I hesitated, caught between wanting Chloe's innocence to remain intact and craving that same rush of adrenaline once more.

"Maybe," I replied nonchalantly, trying to keep my cool even as my mind raced with possibilities. "Who knows? We might find something else to do."

They shrugged it off good-naturedly before saying their goodbyes and sauntering away to meet up with their mother, phones clutched tightly in their hands like precious treasures.

A minute later, Chloe returned looking flustered but happy. "Hey," she said brightly, plopping down next to me on the bench.

"What did those guys want?"

"Oh, nothing much," I lied smoothly, forcing a smile onto my face despite the turmoil raging inside me.

She let out a long breath. "I swear everyone in this park had their eyes glued to my tits today," she complained, shaking her head. "I'm never wearing that stupid top again."

"That's fair," I agreed sympathetically, fighting back the urge to spill everything.

Part of me wanted desperately to come clean, to confess what those boys had seen and recorded without her knowledge... but another part of me enjoyed having this secret.

So instead I just nodded along silently as she chatted away about the days events, my stomach twisting into knots with each passing second.

After a moment, I perked up and said, "Well, there is one more ride we haven't done yet..."

She looked skeptical. "After that exposure?? I need to change."