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I’ve been flicking through channels for an hour, not really watching anything.
My phone buzzes “coming home x”
I stare at it, trying to tell if she means alone.
I’ve been slouched on the sofa for what feels like hours, half-watching TV, half-staring at the blank wall.
The door bursts open, laughter and voices filling the space. Helen and Josh, back from their night out, loud and unmissable. Their arms wrapped around each other, Helen glances at me, then leans close to Josh and whispers, “This is my flatmate.”
I freeze, staring at them, trying to force a casual smile while my mind races.
Josh extends his hand with a grin. “Nice to meet you,” he says.
I blink, annoyed. We’ve met before, I think, my jaw tightening.
Helen’s still holding Josh’s hand, not looking at me at all. Her smile is coy, almost coaxing, and I realize she’s trying to lead him toward the bedroom. My stomach twists.
Josh pauses by the kitchen. “Fancy a drink?” he asks, glancing at me. “I’ll grab one for you too.”
I nod, reaching for a glass. Helen shoots me a look, sharp and annoyed, as if my agreeing ruined something.
Josh grins at her, oblivious, and I feel the tension coil tighter in my chest.
Josh leans against the counter, swirling his drink, chatting casually. “So how long have you two lived together?”
I pause, a lump forming in my throat. “Uh… a couple of years.”
He nods, smiling like we’re just neighbour’s catching up. “Cool, cool. You seeing anyone at the moment?”
I swallow hard, my jaw tightening. He has no idea Helen is my girlfriend, and the thought of her smiling at him just a few feet away twists something inside me.
Helen rolls her eyes and tugs gently at Josh’s arm, giving me a pointed glance as if to say, come on, let’s go.
Josh finishes his drink, leans down, and kisses Helen on the lips. “Be right back,” he says and heads toward the bathroom.
I get up and move closer to Helen, leaning in for a kiss, my hand brushing against her side.
She pulls back sharply, a flash of annoyance in her eyes. “I’m on a date,” she snaps, her tone leaving no room for argument.
I freeze, my hand still hanging in the air, suddenly aware that this isn’t our usual playful intimacy.
An awkward silence hangs between us, heavy and uncomfortable.
Helen finally speaks, her voice low and teasing. “I’m drunk… and horny. But I’m not going to fuck you.”
My stomach twists as she adds, “You can… listen to Josh fucking me, though.”
Helen leans in close, her lips brushing my ear. “Are you going to listen?” she whispers, her breath warm against my skin.
Then she pulls back slightly and smiles, that mischievous, daring smile that makes my chest tighten.
Josh comes back from the bathroom, a grin on his face. Without a word, he leans in and kisses Helen again, deeper this time. Hands all over her body, move down to her ass, in-between her legs.
She melts into him, looping her arms around his neck, and suddenly it’s like I’m not even there.
They move toward the bedroom, their laughter and whispers filling the apartment, leaving me frozen in the doorway.
Helen feels like a different person tonight, wild, untouchable and I can’t tell if I’m more scared or turned on.
I watch them kiss, every movement making my chest tighten.
Then the bedroom door slams shut, followed by the sharp smack of her ass.
My back to the door, heart hammering, ready to listen… just like she told me to.
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