“Ohhh yesss,” Brittany moans. “Right there, EJ…yess.”
Ezra’s corresponding groan echoes, accompanied by the wet sound of skin slapping against skin.
I hold my pillow over my ears, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Fuuuucck.” His groan is long, low…loud. I feel it in the pool of my tummy.
But I’m too irritated to care.
His life goal is to piss me off, isn’t it?
As if interrupting my cozy time downstairs was not enough, now he’s interrupting my sleep.
I huff, adding more pillows over my ears but it’s not nearly enough.
The rapid creak of the bed penetrates through my pillows, and I growl, teeth clenched.
It’s a little past three a.m. and they’ve been going at it since two.
I was awake when they made it up the stairs, awake for their first round, and I’m still awake for…I’ve lost track of
