Joseph held my gaze as he grinded down into the moaning girl beneath him on the park bench.
My stomach twisted in disgust. I felt gross watching them, seeing this girl in the throes of passion when she had no idea she was being watched. Joseph knew, and didn’t tell her. He didn’t even stop.
Averting my gaze, I hurried away, back toward the entrance of the park.
Initially, I worried the queasiness in my stomach was related to some kind of mortifying jealousy, but with distance, I realized that no. The queasiness was just that, at having witnessed a s*x act I had not desired to see, regardless of the participants.
Who Joseph hooked up with was not my worry anymore, and other than concern for that girl and whatever potential lies he was telling her, I felt absolutely nothing about him sle
