I could hear them.Touching. Moaning. Kissing. Fucking. Through the walls, I could hear them so clearly. In the darkness I lay alone in his bed, listening to every move made just outside the door. There was a single candle on the nightstand just beside me. My eyes were glued to it as I listen, while my mind was twisting with the thoughts of how badly I messed up. The morning after our night together, I confessed everything...