Val
Peeking out the back window of my apartment, I watch as Barrett and Gabby run to his truck. She squeals as he lifts her up into the passenger seat. And while I know I shouldn't keep spying, I do. He leans in, pressing himself between her spread thighs. For a split second I think about glancing away, but I can't. I'm too interested to see how two people in a normal relationship act when no one should be intruding.