Behind her, Olivia’s bedroom door opened. Heather stopped, feeling blood rush into her face. She was painfully aware that her own legs were slightly parted, enough that Helen would have full view of her. Heather pushed her head down into the bed and stifled an agitated cry.
“Right,” Helen’s voice sounded a little embarrassed, but mostly annoyed. “You’re in your room. You could have said ‘I’m in my room with a friend’ or something.”
Heather looked up at Olivia to see if her friend was as mortified as she felt.
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