The air shifted the second Ava stepped into the room.
Michael straightened, shirt still half open, body humming with tension. Cara felt her skin still throbbing from the friction of his fingers, the heat of his mouth — and now all of it felt exposed, like Ava had walked in on more than sx*. She’d walked in on a sin.
And the way Ava’s eyes darted between them — to Michael’s flushed skin, to Cara’s bitten lip — confirmed it.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Michael said, voice low.
“I wasn’t supposed to find out, either,” Ava snapped, her voice trembling. “But then again, nobody tells me anything, do they?”
Cara blinked. “Ava, this isn’t—”
“Don’t lie to me,” Ava cut in sharply. “Not after what I saw.”
She held up her phone. On the screen was a paused video. Cara’s heart dropped.
It
