Brett pov

I watched them through the window, hanging far enough back that they stood no chance of seeing me there. The room was dark at my back, my eyes focused on their outlines at the railings illuminated by the dull orange glow of the porch light. I watched Grace take his arm in hers, and it surprised me how little threat I felt at their close proximity, given that I'd just watched her ride his dick like a dirty slut all night long.