Brandon did not even feel his mouth open and drop as he gave openly at Megan. She was the handsier one out of the door. One of her hands, the other girls, the whole butt cheek out of the dress and underwear while her other hand was down the other girls dress's collar.
"Fuck." They both said, together, looking at each other.
The girl, now slightly out of the cloud of lust that she was in, looked at him, and then Megan. " I thought you said you did not have a boyfriend."
"I didn't." Megan replied. "don't."
"Well then, a husband." The girl snared back clearly not happy with the interruption that still continued.
"He's not my husband either." Megan replied in a clipped tone.
"I don't know what, but he's clearly something because he's fucking standing there."
That's when Brandon realised that he indeed was standing there. The initial shock wore off and he looked away. He muttered under his breath, "excuse me, I'll leave."
