Liam’s POV
"What the hell, Liam?!" Damon roared, his voice thick with panic and rage as his gaze violently locked onto mine.
I stood paralyzed in the doorway, my eyes stretched wide in absolute, horrifying shock. My brain completely stalled, refusing to process what I was looking at. I had just walked straight in on Damon and Emette having s*x.
"Oh my god, this is beyond embarrassing," Emette groaned, frantically scrambling to pull the bedsheets over his bare shoulders.
"f**k!" I choked out, slamming the bedroom door shut so hard the frame rattled.
I spun around, leaning my back against the wall of the hallway as my heart hammered against my ribs. "I can't believe I just saw those two having s*x," I muttered to myself, rubbing my face in pure disgust. "Ew, yuck. Gross. Absolute trash.
