It was a slapping sound. The kind that involved skin on skin and the moan of a woman. Had Shauna brought one of her Johns back to the tent? She’d never done that before. I rolled over and covered my head with a blanket just as a terrible pounding pressed at the inside of my skull. It was as if my brain was too big and it was trying to dig its way out of me. I took a deep breath and—what the hell? I popped my eyes open to take in beige-colored sheets. I pushed them off and looked around, shocked to find myself back in Rhett’s guest bedroom. Sunshine streamed in through the window next to the bed. The memories of the night before came rushing back making me cringe and fill with dread. Horrible, terrible gut wrenching dread. I need a bump SO. FUCKING. BAD. But then the noise drew me again. That sound of skin on skin. Grunting. Moaning. I’m in Rhett and Sarah’s apartment. A hideous feeling swept through my gut. He’s fucking her. Right now. He’s fucking her while I’m in here.
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