Behind Closed Doors

Daisy comes home from school, calls out for her folks and gets nothing. Fine. She heads down the hall until the raw sounds of fucking hit her ears—wet, urgent, hungry. She stops cold, startled but wired, can't look away. She edges up to their bedroom door and peeks through the sliver. Reagan's riding Travis hard, moaning filthy shit straight in his ear while he grips her hips like he's trying to break her. Daisy gasps so loud she almost gives herself away, spins to run, then turns right back. Her chest's tight and her thighs already buzz. She can't blink.