When I came downstairs the next morning, Mrs. Gui’s stony gaze told me the walls between our bedroom and hers weren’t thick enough.
My face reddened beneath my scruffy beard at that look, unwavering, steady, that said she heard us even though Lee’s shoulder still bore teeth marks where I bit back my lustful cries.
I felt embarrassed and uncomfortable, like I had years and years ago when I was in high school dating a boy on the soccer team. My mom held down an office job at the time so I had the house to myself after school let out, and from three to five on days the team didn’t practice, Shane would come over. The next two hours would be spent in a haze of teenage testosterone, our pants down and shirts up, our bare flesh hard against each other as we rubbed together. Wet kisses traile
