The Night Before I Knew Him
"All this for us?"
A feral growl escape my lips, my breath hitch. This might be working.
I lean back in the velvet chair, eyes fixed on Sandy as she spreads her thighs on the bed, two fingers slipping inside herself while she moans like she means it.
"Touch yourself like she would," I say quietly.
"Who?" Sandy moans.
"June. The real one."
They halt for an extra second.
I grab the vodka bottle, tip it to my lips. "Keep going," I snap.