Eric has his arm around the shoulders of a brunette, who sticks out her tongue towards the last male.
My heartbeat quickens for no reason. It's...the last man. His blonde hair and brown eyes. His confident smile and the tilt to his head.
I've never seen him before but my knees shake slightly. I trace a thumb absentmindedly over the face, wondering if maybe I'm mistaken, and I have seen the man before.
But an ache so fierce, it strikes me stupid hits me at once and I drop the picture frame, moaning, clutching my head tightly.
It subsides after a while, but it leaves me tired, my head weightless. I grab the dark blankets and toss them back as I climb into the bed large enough to fit an orgy of twelve.
I don't sink into the deceptively comfortable mattress. I perch on the edge, stiff and
