I lay in bed with the lights off, robe open and legs spread under the sheets while I scrolled mindlessly on my phone. The house felt empty without David, but the quiet never lasted long when Chloe had company. I’d heard Ryan’s familiar footsteps on the roof earlier, the soft scrape of the window sliding open, her muffled laugh turning into something breathier. I told myself I would ignore it. I always told myself that. But the sounds started anyway.
The bed creaked first, then the headboard tapped the wall in a gentle rhythm that quickly picked up speed. Chloe’s voice drifted through the thin walls, soft at first, then louder and needy.
“Yes… harder… f**k me harder, Ryan…”
My pulse jumped and I quickly set the phone aside and listened. The wet slap of skin meeting skin came next, then R
