"Oh wow," Sylas whispered. "They're really going for it."
But they didn't stop there.
As the man's hands slid up her gown and her leg hitched around his hip, Sylas and I both stood there, stunned silent. It was like watching a car crash, you should look away, but your body just doesn't listen.
And then,
"Oh fuck me," Sylas hissed as the woman braced both hands against a tree, the man shoving her gown up with zero shame.
"Are they, "
"Yup."
"Here? Now?!"
"With no security clearance??"
We both turned around sharply, facing the opposite direction with our drinks pressed to our mouths like that would somehow cleanse the visual.
"I need bleach," I muttered.
"Save some for me," Sylas groaned.
We both crouched slightly behind the ledge, like hiding would erase what we saw.
There was a pause. We took a peek.
Still going.
"Oh my God, he's really, " I gasped.
"Yep, she's hanging on for dear life. Like that tree's her salvation," Sylas said, barely holding back a laugh.
