Sloane’s POV

The moaning wakes me up at midnight, same as every night.

It’s my mom and Damian.

I can hear them through the thin wall that separates my bedroom from theirs. I’ve been listening to this for a year — the creak of the bed frame, my mom’s breathless little gasps, and the low, rough grunts that belong to her boyfriend.

Those grunts have lived rent-free in my head for a year and I’ve cum to them more times than I will ever admit to a living soul.

Tonight, something different takes over me. I don’t just want to hear it. I want to see it.

I slip out...