(Aurora's POV)
I didn't want to play along, but I had absolutely no choice.
A few yards away, around the blind corner of the terrace, the wet, sloppy sounds of kissing and heavy, desperate breathing echoed through the night air.
It was excruciating.
My ears burned. The auditory intrusion was so clear, so intimate, that I felt a wave of intense cringe mixed with sharp irritation. I was trapped in the dark with a stranger, listening to his brother cheat on his wife.
I tried to lift my head, pushing my hands slightly against the solid wall of muscle in front of me. We were too close. Far beyond the boundaries of social safety. Our bodies were pressed together, chest to chest, thigh to thigh.
Just as I shifted, a large, warm hand clamped onto the back of my head.
Phineas was dominant. H
