Kale has my right hand in his. He leads me down the hallway to the master bedroom. I take in his back muscles, loving the way they look in his button up shirt. Our steps are small, and it seems like it's taking us forever to reach the door. My heart is beating out of my chest, my throat is dry, and I can’t find the words to say anything. I look over my shoulder. Shane is following behind us. His eyes lock on to me as he begins to fidget with the top buttons of his shirt, slowly loosening them. The fabric separates, slowly revealing his chest.
Are my eyes bulging out, because they feel like they are. It’s not in fear, but in anticipation. Is this really happening, or is this a type of revenge, maybe humiliation?
What truly is going to happen behind these doors?
We stop at the end of the king sized bed. I allow them to step closer to me. Kale is in front, while Shane stays behind. Shane is the first to reach out and truly tough me. His fingers found my wrists, gliding up my arm, over
