But luckily – sort of – for me, they were too wrapped up in each other to notice I was even there. After a horrible second, I backed out of the room and went back upstairs. Getting thrown out was better than getting arrested for peeping, I figured. I didn’t see anyone at the top of the stairs so I headed on down the hall, knowing my face was red with embarrassment. It’s not like it was the first time I saw people getting it on at a party. But I expected it in college, not a fancy place like this. Shaking my head, I kept walking. The house was like a maze, with twisting corridors that all looked the same. The only way I kept my bearings was I could still hear music from the front of the house, muffled, but audible enough for me to have an idea of which direction I was heading. Eventually I did find a kitchen. But the only person in there was a guy washing dishes. He was listening to music through earbuds and didn’t notice me until I tapped him on the shoulder.
