Zoe's POV
The restroom tiles felt cool against my cheek as I rested my head on them, my thoughts a tangled mess. Drained—physically and otherwise. I was completely blank.
There was no way I was stepping out of here and getting caught in this godforsaken crime scene. I can't even imagine what Casey would do if she saw me. I needed a clean and silent exit.
I peered once more through the hole in the door.
Casey's face was completely buried in his. Devouring him like he was the last scoop of ice cream on a scorching day. Her purple bikini, dotted with tiny white circles, clung to her like a second skin. I clung to the desperate hope that maybe after a few minutes of this shameless making out, they'd leave—at least, that's what I hoped.
But I was so wrong.
Poor me.
