Two very uncomfortable minutes late, Eric was standing outside on the grass. “Well, that went pretty well!” he whispered into the window, brushing off his jeans.
“Maybe for you,” I grumbled, “But you waving your legs around plus small confined space equals Ava gets bruises.”
Eric laughed quietly. “Sorry! But I didn’t have much choice, that window is small!” It was, too. I wasn’t entirely sure how Eric had gotten through at all.
“Well, here goes!” I said, hopping up onto the box under the window and putting my arms through. Eric grabbed my hands and I jumped up while he pulled. My boobs got squished onto the window ledge and I gritted my teeth.
From behind me I could hear the sounds of Mr.CC’s goons searching the house. “Eric!” I hissed. “They’re gonna notice this door eventually, you know!”
“I know!” he whispered back.
“Well, then, get me out of here!”
“I’m trying- I think- you’re stuck!”

Oh no.