First attempt: Caught.

My heart skipped a beat as i heard the door to my bedroom being pushed open. I had been planning to keep it quick when i started, but i must have completely lost track of time. I wasn’t expecting Molly to come round for at least another half hour. We had been doing study sessions together for a few weeks now, ever since we realised that revision was a hell of a lot more bearable when you had someone to do it with. I froze in that instant as a million thoughts raced through my mind. ‘My life is over,’ ‘she’s going to tell everyone,’ “Hey Jules,” ‘wait, i’m still fully clothed, i could still get away with it!”