I had no idea what was happening right now.
Eh? Are they... having sex? Are they really doing this right now?
And Chloe—this man... wasn't he just a stranger she had met not too long ago? They hadn't even spoken properly, not even shared a single meaningful conversation.
And yet now... she's letting him have her like this?
My mind couldn't process it. My thoughts were a chaotic storm, crashing against the walls of reason. Was this truly happening? Were they really doing it right now—just beyond that thin barrier of wood?
I couldn't close my eyes.
I couldn't block out the sounds.
I could feel my pulse pounding at my temples, heat spreading across my skin like wildfire. My entire body felt flushed, as if the very air in my room had thickened, suffocating me. Every moan, every gasp, every slick, obscene sound slithered into my ears no matter how tightly I pressed the pillow over them.
I don't want to hear this.
I don't want to know.
More than anything, I just wanted to sleep.
