I gripped the doorknob and turned the handle slowly, pushing the door open as quietly as I could. I stepped into the foyer and froze. I swore I heard the sound of two pairs of lips kissing. I peeked around the wall of the kitchen until I could see the living room with its window-filled corner. Trent was on his back on the floor next to our glass coffee table.
He had his camera to his face while Polly straddled his lap. He took photos from underneath her and I felt silly for assuming I had heard kissing. Trent pulled the camera away between shots, however, and that’s when I saw them. Polly leaned down, pushing her full breasts against his chest, and pressed her lips into his.
I gripped my fingers in my hand tightly as I watched. I couldn’t believe how quickly it had progressed. I couldn’t
