For half a second, my heart jumps. I want it to be Judas so badly it almost hurts. But it is just Knox.
Hey, pretty girl, there is a party tonight, if you want to come with me after driving school? :)
Sure.
I type back.
I watch the three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again.
I mute the notifications and open the sign language videos I downloaded earlier.
Today’s lesson is about locations.
A woman on the screen points to pictures as she signs. Beach. Park. Hospital. Her hands move smoothly while I try to copy her, my fingers awkward, lagging behind my thoughts.
I can barely catch her movement, but I catch the word“beach.”
I sign it again.
A sudden loud noise crashes from the balcony next door, making me flinch.
I pause the video but leave the phone on the bed, the frozen image still staring back at me. I stand and walk toward the balcony door, pulling the curtain aside just enough toseewithout beingseen.
And what I see makes my stomach drop.
I seriously consider bleaching my eyeballs.
Judas leans against the railing, naked. Ella is on her knees, her mouth working around his hard cock while his hand fists in her chestnut hair, pulling her closer, deeper.
I can’t believe he is actually doing this.
Why am I even staring?
I want to close my eyes. But I don’t do it.
All I see is his face, his mouth parted, his head tipped back before he looks down again, watching as he pushes himselfdeeper into her throat. Her fingers dig into his thighs, holding on as she moves her head up and down, faster, until he moans.
How can he moan?
I roll my eyes and turn toward the small table by the window. There is a vase with pink roses. My heart beats fast as I grab it, yank the flowers out, and leave only the stinking water behind. I wrap my fingers around the doorknob and pull the door open.
For a second, I just stand there.
Judas turns his head toward me. A slow smirk spreads across his lips, like he knows exactly what he is doing. Like, he knows this will make me furious enough to look at him.
He is right.
“Hey, lovebirds,” I shout.
Ella doesn’t stop. She works him harder, deeper, as if she’s trying to prove something. Anger surges through me, and I fling the foul water over them.
It splashes across Judas’s abs and down Ella’s face. She yelps and slips, landing on her ass as she scrambles away from him.
Her nose wrinkles. She sniffs her hair, then screams, “What the fuck is your problem, nut case?”
“My problem is you two having sex in front of my window,” I say, exhaling sharply. “Get a fucking room.”
Since I actually learned how to signasshole, I sign it to him.
