Page 64 of Under Her

“Fuck yes! Right there, Benji! Right there!”

Benji?

My next-door neighbor back home has a dog called Benji. He’s a poodle.

And, now, I’m imagining that the Benji behind the door has hair like a poodle.

I snort and cover my mouth to catch the sound.

Yeppers, I’m totally drunk.

I stumble away from the door, chuckling to myself, and bump into the wall.

“Oh God, Wilder. You’re so good at that.”

I stiffen at the sound of the breathy female voice.

My head turns to the door next to me. It’s a little ajar, so I can hear them but not see them.

“You like that, huh?”

“God, yes,” she moans softly.

And I close my eyes against the hurt spilling into my chest.

Because I know that voice. Her voice.

Hannah.

“You’re gonna make me come,” Hannah whispers.

“That’s what I’m aiming for.” Wilder chuckles, deep and low.

She moans louder this time.

Then, there’s silence. The rustling of clothes.

I need to leave.

I’m standing out here, like a creeper. Someone could come out and see me. But I just can’t seem to make myself move. The betrayal is just too much.

“Wilder, you, um…you won’t tell Morgan what we just did, will you?”

“Morgan?”

“Morgan Stickford. She’s in some of your classes, same major.”

“I know who Morgan is. I’m just wondering why you think I’d tell her that you and I hooked up. We’re not exactly friends.”

“No, but she’s, um…well, she’s kind of a friend of mine.”

Kind of a friend? Nice, Hannah.

“And she, um…well, she…”

Don’t do it, Hannah. Don’t you fucking tell him.

“Well…she kind of…likes you.”