"I'm not saying it to be mean or bad or taboo! Gods, it was… it was hot, alright?" He forced a nervous laugh, edged with sincerity, his eyes flicking between them.
"I've never seen anything like that. I couldn't look away."
The silence that followed was thick, charged with tension, the air crackling with the weight of his words.
Maris's face flamed deeper, her lips trembling behind her hands.
Vela's grip eased slightly, though her glare remained, her eyes searching his for any hint of deceit.
"So you think you can just… peep on us because it was 'hot'?" Vela growled, her voice low but laced with a reluctant curiosity, her cheeks faintly flushed despite her anger.
"No!" Lor said quickly, his hands still raised, his tone pleading.
"I shouldn't have. But I swear—I'd never tell anyone." He leaned in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, his eyes locking onto Vela's.
"I mean… would anyone believe me? That the hottest moms in town were doing that to each other?"
