“Why is my bedroom showing on your screen? Why the heck is my bathroom fucking showing here?”

My voice came out loud and shaky at the same time. I was still pointing at the monitors like the evidence might disappear if I stopped.

Mark just stood there, looking at me. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t even flinch. He looked at me the way someone looks when they’ve already decided the conversation is going somewhere else.

“Why?” he muttered, taking one slow step closer.

I backed up without thinking.

He kept coming.

“Scared that I might have seen you coming so hard, moaning my name?”

My mouth opened, but nothing...