You shouldn’t be here.

That thought rings loud in your head as you stand frozen in the doorway, breath caught in your throat. Inside the dimly lit hut, Shauna has Melissa pressed against the wall, bodies flush together, their lips barely pulling away before crashing back together.

Melissa’s fingers twist into Shauna’s flannel, tugging to get closer, and when she tilts her head back with a gasp, you catch Shauna’s hand, and how it disappears into the waistband of her pants. Heat starts to pool in your abdomen at the sight.

Looking at the pair now, you don’t even remember why you followed her. Maybe you simply needed proof of what you already suspected. It hasn’t been hard to notice the way things have changed between them. You saw Melissa’s eyes, lingering on Shauna longer than they used to, and how Shauna, who spent weeks keeping everyone at arm’s length, started softening in her presence.

She’s still guarded, but it seems there’s a mutual understanding between them now. Their eyes meet across the campfire and they slip away when they think no one is paying attention. More than once, you’ve caught Melissa sneaking out into the night, but every time, you turned over and forced yourself to sleep, telling yourself it was nothing.

Your heart stutters wildly as you instinctively step back, only for a twig to snap under your foot, dry from the summer heat. Shauna whips around immediately, and closes the space between you. Suddenly, you’re being shoved inside, your back hitting the makeshift wall as her knife presses against your throat.

“You tell anyone,” she hisses at you, pupils blown wide, “and I swear to fucking god-”

“Shauna” Melissa interrupts. Her hand finds Shauna’s, resting tenderly over her knuckles, and somehow, somehow, Shauna listens. The pressure eases a fraction, though her eyes never leave yours.

“How much did you see?” she demands.