Eyes without a face
Shauna’s on top of her again. Not like last time. Rougher. Hungrier.
They’re in the back of Lottie’s SUV, parked in the gravel lot behind the fieldhouse after practice. The windows are fogged. The air smells like turf and sweat and cherry gum.
Lottie’s back arches against the cracked vinyl seats. Her tank top is pushed up, hair clinging to her forehead. One strap of her sports bra is halfway off. Shauna’s knee is wedged between her thighs and her mouth is everywhere—neck, shoulder, jawline. Her hands, slick with dirt and grass, are braced on either side of Lottie’s ribs, holding her in place like she might float away.
Lottie doesn’t float away.
She moans. Quiet and breathy, fingers gripping the hem of Shauna’s flannel like she wants to rip it clean off.
And then—movement outside the window.
Lottie freezes.
Through the foggy glass, she sees her.
Jackie.
Across the lot, standing under the bleachers, arms crossed like she’s waiting for someone. But she’s not looking around. She’s looking here. Right at them.
Lottie’s pulse kicks up.
Jackie doesn’t move. Doesn’t even pretend not to stare.
Lottie swallows. Heat pools at the base of her spine.
Shauna keeps going, completely unaware. Her mouth is at Lottie’s collarbone now, licking the sweat from her skin like it’s owed to her. Her grip is unrelenting—like she’s trying to crawl inside Lottie, take up residence, rearrange the furniture of her bones.
“Shauna,” Lottie breathes.
Shauna groans in response, shifting her hips, rutting slowly into her like she’s forgotten where they are, what they’re doing, what world exists outside this car.
“ Just be quiet ,” Shauna mumbles
Lottie’s hand slides up Shauna’s back, fingers pressing between her shoulder blades.
And she feels it—Jackie’s gaze. Like a spotlight. Like heat against her chest.
Something in her thrums with it.
Not guilt.
Not shame.
Something more electric.
She tilts her head back, lets Shauna kiss down her sternum, and keeps her eyes locked on Jackie through the fogged glass.
It’s almost cruel.
Shauna mutters something unintelligible—something close to mine—and bites down on Lottie’s neck hard enough to bruise. There’s a spot of blood that comes flowing out
Lottie gasps. Closes her eyes.
And smiles.