Chapter 7: Concealed

Ginny's POV

My breath caught as I pushed Raymond off me. He fell to the floor with a thud, scrambling to cover up. Within a few seconds, his boxers were back on, and he leaped up, his face red from panic, his eyes scanning the room frantically for an exit until he found the wardrobe; desperation kicked in.

He flung himself inside, shutting the door with a loud bang behind him, burying himself amidst my hanging dresses and coats.

"Raymond? Ginny!" My mom yelled, her voice traveling through the whole house.

I stood frozen, my heart beating in my chest as it slowly had to register the reality of what had just occurred. Still, my body would shudder; my mind could not escape what would become of this when Mom found us. The very thought churned my stomach, and I could feel the guilt piling on right then and there.

I slapped my bare feet against the cold floor as I sprinted to the bathroom. I took a bucket of water and, without a second thought, tipped it over my head. The icy water hit my skin in an instant-a shockwave that sent me gasping for air.

I breathed in heaving shallows while my racing heart struggled to catch its breath. I pushed the empty bucket aside, barely aware of the loud clatter.

The water falling from my body cooled my red-hot skin; I ran my hands through my wet hair, pushing it back. Grabbing a towel, I wrapped myself in it quickly and stood just outside the bathroom when the door to my room creaked open. My heart stopped.

There stood my mom; her eyes widened in surprise.

"Mom!" I yelped, clutching the towel tighter around me, my face burning red with embarrassment.

Mum's eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth in surprise. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to walk in on you like this!" She pivoted right away, her face turning pink with embarrassment.

I let out a nervous laugh, my voice shook, trying to be cool. "It's cool, Mom. It is."

She cleared her throat and kept her back to me. "I was just coming up to tell you to come downstairs when you're ready. I didn't mean to." Her voice trailed off as the awkwardness hung between us like a thick fog.

I nodded, though she couldn't see me. "I'll be down soon. Just need a minute to finish up." It took some work to keep my voice quite casual-my heart was still racing.

She turned around and smiled at me warmly, though a little shamefacedly. Then her brow furrowed. "Have you seen Raymond? I've been calling him, but he hasn't answered."

My stomach did a flip, but I forced a smile. "No, haven't seen him," I lied, praying my voice didn't give away the panic bubbling in my stomach.

"I'll go check downstairs," she said, smiling and leaving the room-the sound of her voice going out further and further again as she called out, "Raymond?"

The door closed softly behind her, and for the first time in what felt like years, I let my shuddery breath go.

"That was entirely too close," I whispered, leaning back against the bathroom door. I was still shaking, but at least now, the danger was over.

Or so I'd thought.

I heard the wardrobe creak open, and out stepped Raymond, disheveled and guilty, before even a word could leave my lips. I flashed him a warning look-my nerves still on edge. "What are you doing?" I hissed.

"Relax," he whispered, stepping closer, "she's gone."

I stepped back, but there was nowhere to go. He was already crowding me, his hands finding their way around my waist. And I hated myself for the way my body reacted, for the way I still wanted him despite everything. "Raymond, we can't…"

He silenced me with a finger pressed against my lips. "Shhh. You don't want your mom to hear, do you?

My heart stuttered in my chest as his hands slipped lower, that now-familiar fire bursting into a flame inside me with every touch. I should have pushed him away, should have told him to leave, but instead I found myself leaning into him, wanting more. My brain screamed at me to stop, but my body had already decided.

He spun me around, pressing me against the sink as his hands roamed across every inch of my body. The towel slipped from my hips down to the ground, leaving me naked in front of him again.

"Raymond, we shouldn't…" I stammered, but even as the words rolled off my tongue, I knew I didn't mean it. The burn between my legs was far too strong, the pull too intense.

"Too late for that," he whispered, his hot breath dancing across my ear. "You know you want this."

I felt him hard against me, and in one swift motion, he was thrusting into me, filling me before I could process what was happening. My hands gripped the sink, my knuckles white as I fought not to cry out, but it was too much: every thrust, every movement sent waves through my body, and I was losing control.

"Fuck," I moaned, biting down hard on my lip to stifle the sounds. The last thing I needed was my mom hearing us.

Raymond quickened his pace, his hands digging into my hips, pushing me closer to the edge. I was barely hanging on, my body trembling as I tried so hard to be so quiet, but it was too much. I was going to explode, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Please," I begged, not even coherent enough to find the words to form. Really, I was right there, teetering on the edge of release.

Raymond just smiled, knowing just what to do to push me over the edge. Sinking closer, his voice was low, husky with lust. "Tell me you want it."

"I want it," I whispered, my voice shaking with need.

One final, rough thrust and I came apart. My whole body quivered with the climax surging through me and I bit onto my lip to stifle crying out. My legs shook, barely keeping me upright as I clung to the sink, my breathing harsh.

Within a few seconds, Raymond followed, groaning low in his throat as he buried himself deep inside me one last time. When he finally pulled out, I was empty, physically and emotionally.

I didn't move, just leaned over the sink, my forehead against the cool porcelain. It wasn't until that moment that the weight of what we'd done fell over me like a heavy blanket, and I felt shame.

He was already pulling up his pants, smoothing down his shirt like nothing had happened. "I'm sorry," he muttered, but I couldn't hear him too well over my pounding heart.

I said nothing. Couldn't. I just nodded numbly, listening as he slipped out of the bathroom, leaving me to my thoughts.

I glared with so much hatred at the girl in the mirror. My body still shook, but not from any carnal need anymore. It shook to the tremble of my guilt, the weight inside me.

"Damn it, Ginny," I managed to breathe out, my voice cracking as I slipped down to the floor, against the wall.