Anthelion

I was in the closet when he entered her room for the first time. He was not much taller than Claire, and he was lean, with muscles. Claire was holding his hand and at first she had clothes on, but he soon took them off and they fell onto her bed together. He was on top of her, moving steadily. Claire moved her hands along his backside, the way she stroked my hand.

I stepped out and moved beside the closet, but she didn't look my way. Her head didn't even twitch in my direction the way it normally did when I came out.

Her mouth was open and moving, but I couldn't hear her. I wasn't able to hear her until long after she threw back her head, squeezing him. Long after he stepped out of her room.