The kissing stops, but something far worse starts. She’s moaning now, and I can tell she’s not faking it, because I know what she sounds like when she comes. “Love,” Shiny Boyfriend rasps. I hear a zipper rolling down. I dig my fingers into my skin until I draw blood. It feels like every inch of my body is wrapped in thorns. “Bite down on your dress. He’s going to hear us.” He’s already hearing you, you oxygen-wasting pillock.
