Left alone, I sat at the dining table, listening to the faint noises from upstairs.
Not long after, a stifled moan was heard.
My fists clenched instinctively, my nails digging painfully into my palms.
They were betraying me even here in my home, in my bedroom. Brazenly.
For a full hour, the disgusting noises kept going. I turned on the TV and raised the volume to its maximum, hoping to drown out their shamelessness.
Finally, the noise stopped. Not long after, Evan and Violet came down the stairs one after the other.
Seeing me in the living room, Evan stiffened slightly, perhaps realizing how much time had passed, so he quickly offered an excuse, "Violet just borrowed our place to take a bath. It took a little longer than expected."
As he approached, a faint, warm scent of perfume trailed behind him.
The sweetness was almost suffocating.
I looked at him with a practiced smile. "I see. It took so long I almost thought I’d have to come up and look for you."
A flicker of panic immediately crossed his face.
"I need to head to the base hospital. You can entertain your... close friend," I said, keeping my tone steady.