~ Niamh ~
The door creaked on its hinges, a slow, tortured sound that should have warned them, but they were too far gone to hear it.
My breath hitched in my throat at the scene before me. It wasn't Massimo.
It was Andrej and Shauna.
They were wrapped around each other in a frenzied, desperate kiss that looked like it was the only thing keeping them alive.
Shauna was hiked up in Andrej's strong arms, her hands tangled deep in his dark hair, pulling at the roots as if she wanted to pull him closer than humanly possible. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, and Andrej's hands were firm on her ass, holding her steady against him.
The sight was so raw, so filled with a hunger that made my own skin prickle with heat.
Shauna was still dressed exactly as she had been when she walked into the house just minutes ago—the same clothes she'd been wearing when she told me she'd be right back. She hadn't gone to rest. She had come straight here, straight to Andrej.
