Chapter 4

They were wrapped up in each other, oblivious to everything else, lost in wild kisses. Margot's legs locked around Owen's waist, her eyes smoldering with desire. Owen pressed against her, breath heavy. The empty stairwell crackled with tension. I lingered at the doorway, frozen. Margot seemed aware of my presence; she lifted her head and glanced at me. Instead of pushing Owen away, her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer. Owen let out a muffled groan, his body taut. Unable to watch any longer, I bolted from the suffocating spectacle and fled to the garden—where everything had begun.