he whispers, keeping his voice at that frustratingly low pitch that demands attention. If you don't give it your fuckin' all, you can't hear a damn thing the man says anymore. “You think so?” she asks, leaning into him when he slides his arms around her and closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair as I watch, feeling my skin prickle with want. I want to touch them, get in there and see what happens between the three of us. And yet, I'm supposed to hate the man, aren't I? But every damn day that Lilith is on our bus, she makes it harder and harder for me to do that.
