Chapter Three
“Fuck.” The bathroom door was locked, and Cherry could hear her parents giggling. “Gross, guys. Where am I supposed to pee?”
Not that they could hear her. Not that she wanted them to. It was pretty awkward, sharing one bathroom with both her parents and the man she’d promised to keep her hands off. Phil’s cabin didn’t have a devoted bathroom, and neither did hers. Mom and Pop’s was larger, and it had a washroom off the back with its own separate entrance, so Cherry and Phil didn’t have to go through the front door.
“What a couple of old pervs, f*****g in the shower when other people have to pee.” Cherry stomped away from the cabin, toward the thick cover of the woods. She had on nothing but canvas sneakers and her robe because, hell, it was the middle of the night
