For a second—just a second...everything stopped.

His eyes went wide. Shocked.

I waited for him to push the guy away. To scramble off the bed. To say something, anything.

But he didn't.

The guy fucking him followed Tyler's gaze in the mirror. Saw me standing in the doorway.

And grinned.

"Your girlfriend's watching," he said, not slowing down at all. If anything, he went harder. "Want me to stop?"

This was Tyler's out. This was his chance to end this, to at least pretend to have some shame.

"Don't stop," Tyler gasped, eyes still locked on mine. "Please don't fucking stop—"

The guy laughed. Actually laughed. "Hear that, sweetheart? Your...