“What's going on here?”

Kimberly asked as she stood at the door, her eyes darting from Xander to Brooklyn. She had her eyebrows furrowed, and hands folded across her breasts.

Brooklyn pushed Xander off her body as she wiped her wet hands on her dress, averting her gaze to the mirror. Kimberly was the wrong person to see them, and Brooklyn knew how petty and loud she could be.

“And you—,” she turned her focus and asked Xander who stood confidently like nothing had happened, ...