I frown at him, confused. I don’t want to see what? What the fuck is about to happen? I look over to Anniston frantically. Theo makes it to her door, throws it open and grabs her by the arms, hauling her out of the car. She’s still laughing, no fear showing on her face.
“Let me out,” I tell Thad, shoving at the door. He holds firm.
“He’s not going to hurt her. Trust me.” His voice sounds ragged.
I glance back at Anniston, who is now taunting Theo as he slams her on the hood of the car. I shove at the door again.
“Move,” I demand.
He doesn’t, just glances over at Commander, and my eyes follow.
Anniston is ribbing Theo, “You drive like a granny,” while, piece by piece, he rips every article of clothing off of her body like a fucking animal.
Oh. This is what I don’t want to see.
I look at Thad, who is mesmerized by the couple about to fuck each other’s brains out on the hood of the car.
“I’m ready to get changed,” I say, grabbing Thad’s attention.
He nods his head in agreement and we make our way toward the garage, but not before I hear, “Aww, Theo, don’t be a bab—ahh,” followed by a growl and the sound of a body slamming on the hood.
Thad and I pick up our pace, taking refuge in the garage. Where the air isn’t filled with sounds of the girl we love getting fucked by the guy we hate.
