Page 9 of Peep

“I thought we were working on being nice today,” Cameron teases, resulting in a scowl from them.

Sage lifts their hand and interlocks their fingers with Cameron’s, and he doesn’t even flinch…interesting. They’ve always been tactile, but holding hands is a new development.

“I am being nice. Honesty is nice, no?”

Cameron leans down, noses Sage’s long black hair away from their shoulders, and whispers something, making their eyes double in size and their cheeks heat.

What the fuck is going on here?

My jaw must be on the floor because when I catch Sage’s eye, they shuffle out of Cameron’s grasp, looking like a pissed-off teen who’s been forced to hug their grandma.

It’s weird seeing their relationship shift. I suddenly feel like a third wheel, but if what they have going on makes them happy, I’m all for it, although I’d appreciate being kept in the loop.

My eyebrows draw together as I try to decipher the odd interaction and the sexual tension pulsing between them.

Cameron shrugs, oblivious as always. “So, can we use the pool?”

“Sure, I’ll come unlock it now.”

I perch on the end of a sunlounger as my friends strip off. Cameron undresses quickly and cannonballs into the pool like a fucking child, splashing me in the process.

“Oi, some of us have to stay dry.”

Cameron shakes his auburn mop like a dog and grins up at me. His smile soon falls, and he starts to drool as he watches Sage walk towards the steps, sporting a dangerously tight metallic speedo. Their chest is bare, but around their hips sits a delicate silver chain that attaches to their belly bar. It shimmers against the reflection of the pool and their olive skin tone. Sage isn’t my type, but even I can admit they look fucking incredible in swimwear. I check Cameron’s reaction to find his mouth hanging open. His pale cheeks flame, disguising his many freckles. When Sage stretches to tie up their hair in a messy bun, Cameron groans and dunks his head under the water. I chuckle to myself as I watch my best friend turn to mush.

“What’s so funny?” Sage asks as they gracefully climb down the steps, shivering as they connect with the water.

Cameron’s swimming to the opposite end of the pool now, dipping his head under with each stroke. The poor guy probably needs a time-out after that Baywatch moment.

“When are you going to put Cameron out of his misery?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” they say with a wink before splashing me.

“Dickhead.” I brush away the droplets clinging to my black work trousers.

Sage swims up to the side of the pool and rests their arms on the side, balancing their chin on their forearms.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, my sister managed to get your brother to do her surgery. It’s such a fucking relief. I know she’ll be in good hands with him, so thank you for putting us in touch.”

“Of course, anytime. How’s she doing?”

Sage’s eyes flash down, “You know Delia, she’s putting on a brave face and cracking jokes. I know she’s scared, though. This kinda feels like our last shot.”

“She’s a trooper, Sage, I think she’ll pull through.”

“I hope so because I don’t know what I’d do if she doesn’t.”

Silence follows as we soak in these melancholy thoughts. I consider getting up to comfort them, but it would probably be a bit awkward, considering they’re wet and I’m fully dressed, so I give them a weak smile.

“Anyways, enough of that depressing shit. How’s your doctor crush?”

I may have mentioned a time or two that a hot doctor at Emeralds shamelessly flirts with me. I tactfully leave out the most recent developments and my stalkerish antics, though.

We hang out for half an hour while they swim, chatting and ripping the shit out of each other. When they start play-fighting in the pool, it’s like being sidelines of a bad porno, and as much as I like to people-watch, I prefer being behind a lens. I decide to sneak out of the pool before they notice.

When I return to the front desk, Femi’s nowhere to be found, so I seize the opportunity to load up my personal security system on my phone. The corridors are barren, but I find Femi dusting the tables in the study rooms. We have cleaners who come each day, and it’s not part of our duties, however, that doesn’t stop the woman from getting her Kim and Aggie on.

Clicking onto the secret camera feed I have set up facing the pool, I discover Sage is now backed up against the side of the pool, and Cameron has them boxed in. He kisses their neck, then trails his lips over their collarbone before latching onto their nipple. Oh, hell no. I exit the feed immediately. I really don’t want to see my friends get off. At least it confirms my previous thoughts; they’re fucking. I wish they’d told me; I’m all for it. But it’s not like I can confront them, considering I only know they’re getting it on because I’m a weirdo with secret cameras planted around my workplace.

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