Laugh hard

"You better go Harley. I'll see at school."

Her laughter fills the room as you scramble to gather your clothes, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. You've never felt so exposed, so ****, and yet, there's a part of you that's thrilled by the danger of it all. You quickly pull on your boxers and pants, your shirt sticking to your sweat-soaked chest as you tug it over your head.

"Ashley, I'm so sorry," you stammer, trying to find your voice. "I had no idea he'd...."

"Don't worry," she interrupts, still giggling as she pulls on her own clothes. "I've got this covered. Just get out of here before he decides to do something stupid."

You nod, feeling a mix of fear and excitement as you slip on your shoes and head for the door. You know you're in trouble, but the way she's handling it, so calmly and confidently, is like nothing you've ever seen before.