Behind the Curtain

~Siena~

Was I about to stand behind this curtain, clutching the fabric like my life depended on it, and listen to him groan into someone else’s mouth, listen to her moan under him, listen to his skin slap against hers while I was dripping and completely powerless?

The thought made my chest feel tight and hot at the same time, like anger and arousal had decided to merge into one evil, unbearable