Chapter 2

2.

A muffled moan?

My heart jolted. Was that Lexi and Zack?

I quickly shut off the shower and strained my ears to listen.

Sure enough, it was coming from the living room couch, growing louder and more shameless by the second.

As if possessed, I stepped toward the cracked bathroom door and peeked through the gap.

The living room lights were off, illuminated only by the faint moonlight streaming through the window.

Even so, I instantly recognized the two tangled bodies on the couch―it was Lexi and Zack!

They… they were actually doing it right out there!

A rush of hot blood surged straight to my head, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I clamped both hands over my mouth, terrified I might make a sound.

Zack had Lexi pinned beneath him on the couch.

With one hand, he roughly tugged at her clothes, while his other hand roamed all over her body, his breath coming in heavy, guttural pants.

Lexi wasn’t holding back either. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, meeting his fierce hunger with equal desperation.

Their mouths were locked in a messy, breathless kiss, as if trying to consume each other whole.

I had never seen Lexi this wild and unhinged. She was completely different from her usual quiet, sweet self.

My face burned hotter, and my breath hitched.

It felt like a fire had ignited inside me, a feverish ache spreading through my veins.

I held my breath, my pulse racing wildly.

I felt like a dirty voyeur, but my feet were glued to the floor, unable to move an inch.

I heard Lexi pant softly, asking him, “Who’s prettier, Maya or me?”

Zack paused for a second before hastily kissing her, trying to appease her.

“You, of course, baby. You’re the most gorgeous…” he muttered.

“Hm?” Lexi let out an unsatisfied huff. “Tell the truth! What about our bodies? Whose is hotter?”

Zack’s breath caught, his eyes shifting, clearly remembering his hands on my skin just minutes ago.

Suddenly, his thrusts became much rougher, as if trying to drown out his guilty conscience.

Watching this unfold, a wicked, forbidden thrill shot straight through me.