"No," Alfie said to Laney. He lifted a finger at her as if asking her to give him a minute to recover. He'd be all right if she just gave him a minute. Okay, maybe he wasn't going to be all right, but at least he could get the blood to circulate throughout the rest of his body (particularly his brain which needed it the most). His breathing was still heaving, and his heart was going like that of a humming bird's. He might have thought he was having a heart attack if he knew what one of those felt like. All the exercise he got from sports couldn't prepare him for the cardiac arrest that was his father walking in on him and his hand in Laney's shirt, his lips smashed against hers and his hips needlessly gyrating on top of her.
Once he began to settle though, he could speak some more words. "Sorry, I--" But of course, he was once again cut off by his father knocking at the door. Alfie quickly made sure his hair was all right and that most of the swelling had gone down in the south pole area there. "Yeah?" What the hell did his dad want now? He'd already done plenty of damage with the traumatizing him for life plus blue balls now.