Collins was now right there… touching her, kissing her, like I didn’t exist. Like I wasn’t the one left aching, soaked, humiliated outside the damn door like a voyeur who wasn’t invited to play.

I clenched my fists. The shame… God, the shame, washed over me. I’d stood there watching like a pathetic, horny fool.

I felt used.

Discarded.

And worse… I felt stupid.

I turned sharply, marching back toward the hallway with my chest heaving and my brain spinning a thousand miles an ...