Twelve
I sat in the living room and watched Hawk undress Ellie. She reached for his zipper. Her fingers, practiced and sure, jerked the tab down. The buzzing sound cracked the air. My chest tightened as each tooth of the zipper unclenched.
I turned to Christopher who sat beside me. His nostrils flared at my slow exhale. He looked like he knew what was going through my head.
How could he have any idea what was going through my head? My mind was a fog watching a live s*x demonstration.
“Why are you wearing these boxers?” Ellie chided. “I thought I got rid of them.”
Hawk swatted away her hand and toed out of his jeans. “You did. They’re new.”
Ellie turned to me, one eyebrow quirked as though asking me to feel her pain. I couldn’t hold her eyes. Her left breast was exposed. The pink bud
