I’d been sick with rage when I’d listened to Aran and her have sex in the shower. It didn’t matter that Arabella was a girl; I knew what I’d heard. Every slap. Every moan. At the time I’d convinced myself that it had sounded off. That they were faking it. Afterwards, Orion described they were looking into each other’s eyes tenderly and I realized I’d been deluding myself. They’d fucked. Hard. I dug my nails deeper into my palms and let the pain calm me.
