For some reason, I could not look away.
I couldn't move. My eyes wouldn't obey my mind. I just stood there, frozen, as I watched them. They were making out, their intertwined hands buried in the other's hair. They looked like a pro couple, in the middle of their own little world, the streetlights from the sidewalk illuminating them.
Ryan took a step back and brought Anna with him. He dropped his hands from her hair and gripped her body, his hands reaching for her ass and pulling her forward, their chests pressed together. He raised his head, looked at her for a moment, then kissed her again. And then he placed one hand on her cheek and tilted her head back.
And then, I realized it was too much. I looked away, my cheeks burning red at the thought that I had invaded their private moment.
