Even my doubt over what Savannah really wanted didn’t stop me from creeping towards the open doorway. Making people jealous made me feel lucky, but the flipside sure didn’t. Actually feeling jealous sucked. I could only make out every other word, my slightly drunk brain unable to connect the dots.

“...stuck…almost…years…Luther…” Felix’s voice.

Felix must be telling her how long he was alone before Luther unknowingly stumbled into this shitshow. I was curious how much of his story he had told her. As far as I knew, not even Luther had heard the whole thing. Another footstep closer, and another shuffle, and I could make out Savannah’s sweet tone.

“Felix…sorry…no…gone through…”

Not like she was very sweet at all when we were fucking in the basement. My depraved soul knew another when I saw it, and sweet Savanah was as corrupt as they came. Who else took a look at this ramshackle house and fell in love with it? What kind of deviant heard my story, and then immediately had sex with me? No, there was darkness there. Like called to like. I could almost grip Felix’s door trim now, if I was really careful.

“Don’t…fine…long time…”

And then, silence. What were they doing in there? I needed to see. I curled my fingers trying to peer inside the room, only for my grip to slip and leave the rest of my body sprawled out on the floor. Fuck’s sake. I looked up to see Savannah sitting in Felix’s lap, fingers tangled in his hair. His hands were invisible under her shirt. Both looked shocked, although whether it was from getting caught or seeing me, I wasn’t sure.

I waited for the flames of red-hot jealousy to flicker through my body as I lay there rigidly. Savannah’s face flushed, and Felix’s hair was the most mussed I had ever seen. I expected irritation, annoyance that I had moved so quickly on the first woman I had seen in thirty years. Instead, I felt something different. Something more powerful and all-consuming.

Lust.

I didn’t care I wasn’t the one making Savannah moan. I wasn’t bothered that my hands weren’t on her. Felix wasn’t my favorite dude in the world, but if we could both pleasure Savannah, and both feel good in the process…what was the problem? Pretty much all social code had gone out the door with whatever freaky magic was happening in here. Now the only problem was how to bring it up. Continuing to lie on the floor watching them silently, as they stared at me, was not the chill vibe I was going for.

“Um….hi?” I offered an awkward wave.

Felix glared, obviously pissed at the intrusion. But if the fuckhead was so bothered, he should’ve shut his door. “What do you need, Theo?”