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“If the pain is too much, you can take some pain relievers.”
I put a smile on my face. “I think I’ll be okay, but if it gets to be too sore, I’ll do just that.”
“Great. Let me get you the aftercare instructions, and then I’ll walk you out.”
* * *
I tried calling Darren on my way home to tell him to be naked and ready. I had once read that flirting with others was good for relationships.Look but don’t touch. I didn’t know if I completely agreed with that—it depended on how serious the flirting was—but I could see what the article meant. I had gotten turned on from being around Liam, but I was taking all that desire home to my boyfriend.
Unfortunately, he didn’t answer.
When I got back to our house, the front door was unlocked, and the lights were on, but no one was home. Darren’s car was also in the driveway.
I looked out the window to Liam and Tracy’s house. I could see lights on over there too.
Darren had to be over there if he’d left the house looking like he was still home. He must have popped over there to hang out with Tracy since I was at Liam’s tattoo shop.
Darren and I had only been living in our house for less than three months when Liam and Tracy moved in. With both couples being new to the neighborhood, the four of us had become friends, and it wasn’t unusual for one of us to be at the other’s place.
It worked out anyway since I wanted to show Tracy my new ink. Originally, she had planned on going with me earlier, but she’d had to work.
I knocked on the front door and pushed it open before I heard an answer. I wasn’t worried about finding Tracy in the middle of changing or anything if Darren was already over here.
But neither of them was in the living room or the kitchen. I was just about to head to the backyard when I heard a sound coming from the hall.
I pivoted and headed in that direction instead. Liam and Tracy had a two-bedroom house, and the door to the bathroom and the main bedroom were both open, but the guest bedroom door was closed.
That’s odd.
A vision of a true crime documentary flashed in my brain, and I froze.
After a few seconds, I shook my head at my overactive imagination. There wasn’t a serial killer in there.
But just to be on the careful side, I gently turned the knob on the door and slowly pushed it open. If there was a murderer, I wanted to be able to see them before they saw me, so I could run back home, lock the door, and call 911.
Fortunately, no one was getting killed.
Unfortunately, two people were having sex.
Tracy and Darren were both naked with Tracy on her hands and knees. I had a clear view of Darren’s penis in Tracy’s vagina.
I must have gasped or something because both their heads jerked in my direction.
I met my boyfriend’s eyes and shook my head. Then, I spun around and sprinted for the front door.
Upon my exit, I ran right into Liam and almost fell off the front stoop.
He grabbed my arms to steady me. “Hey, hey, hey,” he said in a soothing tone. “Are you okay? Did something happen with your tattoo?”
I suddenly realized I had tears on my cheeks. I hadn’t even known I was crying.
I shook off Liam. “I’m fine. My boyfriend is fucking your girlfriend though.” I stepped around him and jumped to the ground. “Try not to kill him, please. I don’t want to see you end up in prison over his worthless ass.”
With that, I marched home and started packing my stuff.
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