"What? No, I didn't follow you. Something happened and I had to leave the party, get some fresh air. I swear I didn't know there was anyone else out here."

Sebestian leaned forward, straining towards Ammy. Jason placed a hand on his chest, keeping him from Ammy's personal space. She still felt trapped here, the space too small, the memory of their passion playing on a loop in Ammy's mind. Why were they so reluctant to see her leave? It was Ammy's fault for spying, and she had no intention of letting them know how long she had watched them. She would scratch, punch and bite them to flee before...