I rolled onto my side and pulled the pillow over my head, but the walls were too thin to muffle the moans. Lucky for me the sounds on the right were echoed on the left.
"Oh, Cheney! f**k me, please baby."
I heard Cheney's voice, low and rumbling with want, followed by another plea for him to f**k her. It was echoed on the other side.
I wanted to close my ears against it, to block out the sound of them together, but all I could do was lay there and feel a deep ache in my heart. Why was it even bothering me?
“Oh, god—that feels amazing!” one of them shouted.
My heart raced as I felt every thrust, every moan and sigh reverberating off the walls like a ghostly orchestra playing a symphony of sorrow and regret. An intimate duet sung in the dark, one I had no part in.
One I wanted no
