Page 67 of Aperture

On the dance floor, Theo has moved his left hand up to the woman's neck. He has her on the edge. Behind me, Wyatt is hard, and I can feel him pressing into my ass. As horrible as this is to watch, and as disgusted as I am, I’m also turned on. What is wrong with me?

Wyatt’s breathing is quick and his hands continue to flex on my hips.

“Watch, Millie,” he whispers in my ear. “See him for who he really is.”

I’m intoxicated by everything — the feel of Wyatt behind me, his hands on my hips and his voice in my ear, the way he smells, and the way the woman on the dance floor is chasing her orgasm. My panties are soaked, my breasts are heavy and my nipples are hard and pebbled as I watch Theo finger this stranger.

I can tell the moment she comes. I hear a moan. Her mouth opens but no sound comes out, and I realize the moan came from me. The woman in Theo’s arms goes slack and smiles widely, her arms slowly falling back to her sides.

He slowly removes his hand from her panties and her dress falls back into place. He keeps one hand on her neck and runs his hand up her dress, wiping the evidence of her orgasm on the black fabric. The look in his eyes is crazed and distant. I’ve never seen him like this.

He leads her off the dance floor, and they disappear into a darkened hallway. I know exactly what’s about to happen back there. I can’t take it anymore. I abruptly turn around and race out of the club.

I’m crying heavily by the time I get to the car.

“Millie! Millipede. Please look at me. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t, Wyatt. Just fucking don’t.” I push him. “Why? Why did you have to show me this?”

“I don’t know. Fuck,” he says as he rakes his hand through his hair. “You told me he was out of town. I hate that he lied to you. I hate that you believe him.”

“How did you know? How did you know he was here?”

“I’ve been following him.”

“Because he’s dating me?” I question.

“No, of course not. I’ve been following him because he’s a person of interest in a case, Millie. That’s all I can say right now.”

“Of course, it is. You and your cryptic warnings, Wyatt. You know what the real irony here is? I was going to break up with him. I made up my mind yesterday. I was just trying to wait to do it in person.”

Wyatt exhales and leans against the car standing next to me, both of us breathing heavily and shaking.

“You know what I would love?” he asks.

“What’s that?” I ask coldly.

“If we could stop fighting in parking lots.”

I’m not in the mood to smile, but that does elicit a tiny smirk.

“Come on,” he says. “Let me take you home.“

We don’t speak at all on the drive home. I’m angry and embarrassed and Wyatt is upset that I’m angry and embarrassed.

When we pull into my driveway, I pause with my hands on the seat belt buckle, and decide that I need to know.

“Is the case you’re working on about the missing girl from college?”

“What did you say?” Wyatt asks in disbelief.

“Theo told me about the girl you liked in college. The one you expressed your feelings to, so she left.”

He moves the stick shift into neutral and pulls the hand brake, letting the car idle before turning to me.

“What did he tell you about Sophia?” Wyatt asks through clenched teeth.

“Never mind,” I back track. This is none of my business. I get out of the car and walk briskly to the door. Before I know it, he’s right behind me.