“What is wrong with you people?” Trevor heard his wife demand when he reached their closed bedroom door.
“Many things,” Eric said from the other side of the door with a sigh that matched his as Trevor rubbed his hands roughly down his face, not sure that he wanted to know what was going on in there.
Not after the last time.
“No, please, I don’t want to do this!”
“I would if you’d stop touching my ass!”