Keyara stood just beyond the slightly ajar door, her hand pressed against the cool wood. Her face was a mix of longing and regret, her eyes wide as she peeked through the narrow opening. She hadn't left as completely as the others thought. Instead, she had retreated to the hallway, only to find herself unable to tear away from the scene unfolding within.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling quickly as her mind warred with itself. One hand had slipped down the waistband of her pants, fingers teasing the slick warmth between her thighs as she watched in secret. The sight of Viana taking her place, holding Keith so intimately, sent a pang of jealousy coursing through her.
