Ryan’s POV
I woke up with a dry throat and a slight headache from the beers. The guest room was dark and quiet. I checked my phone, it was a little after 2 AM. I needed water.
I quietly went downstairs, trying not to wake anyone. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard something strange coming from the direction of the kitchen.
Moaning.
Low, deep groans mixed with soft, feminine whimpers. Wet, rhythmic slapping sounds.
My steps slowed. I moved closer, careful not to make noise. The kitchen light was off, but the pantry door was slightly open. A thin strip of light spilled out.
I pulled out my phone, turned on the camera, and started recording as I crept closer.
Through the gap in the door, I saw everything.
Ava was bent over a low shelf inside the pantry, her robe bunched up
