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girl wasn’t making any loud noises anymore, and if I moved… well, shit, they’d hear the creak from right outside their room, and what might they think if they saw me?
                  Peeping Allie.
                  Ugh.
                  My life would be over. You couldn’t live past that kind of humiliation.
                  I heard more movements, of bodies shifting, and then the sound of heavy breaths. Ones that weren’t coming from the throat of a female. They were harsh and laboured, mixed with a low grunt.
                  Heath.
                  My cheeks flushed, and of their own volition my eyes shot up and glimpsed into the room. I couldn’t see much of the squealer, but I could see Heath, plain as day, naked and standing in the middle of the room. Christ, the guy was ripped… and sweaty. Even with the dim lighting, I could see the thick veins protruding from his neck and arms. He was peering down at her, transfixed, his hands gripping tight her hair, causing those biceps to bulge incredibly. I scanned his body from head to toe, lingering on his abs and down his happy trail where I saw her head bobbing back and forth.
                  I gulped and looked away again. I was sweaty all over. My body was trembling. Why wasn’t I moving? It was probably so loud in there with their breaths, they wouldn’t hear me.
                  Yet I was rooted in place, and all I wanted to do was stare at him again. This was messed up.
                  My eyes leaped back to the scene, and this time his head was facing the ceiling and his mouth was half opened. There was something so unbelievably taboo seeing a person at the crest of pleasure. They were like cracks in armour. You were seeing a vulnerable side. However even then, Heath was absolutely primal. He looked back down at her, and he wasn’t looking at a person per say, but at a toy he was using. There was nothing but lust in his eyes.
                  He eventually shoved her away and forced her to her feet. I finally saw her. Saw the lithe body that belonged in magazines. God, she was beautiful. He forced her against his dresser and bent her down before driving himself into her.
                  Her moans started up again as he absolutely ravaged her. Pulling her hair. Gripping her hips so tight I was sure they’d bruise. It was so impersonal . I think I’ve seen porn with more emotion than this.
                  When the trembling in my body caused my teeth to chatter, I looked away and hurriedly took off down the hall. My legs felt tingly and weak by the time I jumped into bed and threw the covers over top of me. I shook like mad, the guilt of my eavesdropping tearing holes in my chest.
                  I’d never done something like that!
                  I didn’t even turn away when I could have!
                  What was wrong with me?!
                  I felt sick, knowing those images were forever burned in me, and hating so much how turned on I felt at seeing the pleasure on Heath’s face.
                  I shut my eyes and tried to sleep. It took a very long while, but I managed to around the time their session number who knew finally ended. I had a fitful sleep, tossing and turning and waking up in the early hours of the morning with sweaty hair and my heart thumping erratically in my chest. Not even Ryker’s scent helped calm me down.
                  As I eventually got out of bed, I immediately spotted something white on the floor beside the door. When I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look, I realized it was a folded up piece of paper. My body tightened as a bad feeling came over. I slowly bent over and picked it up. It took me a few moments to finally summon the courage to open it. When I did, my mouth went dry and my heart stilled as I read the