"Timothy, are you there?"

It was Sheila's voice.

Timothy rolled off Jessica, pulling the covers over her naked body.

He hadn't even bothered to close the bedroom door when he brought Jessica in, still flush from their passion.

Now footsteps echoed down the hallway, getting closer.

"Timothy?" Sheila called again, her voice right outside.

"I'm in the bedroom," he replied, trying to sound casual. "Wait for me in the living room."

"Oh, all right," Sheila answered, her footsteps retreating.

Timothy had only slipped off his jacket. Now, with deliberate composure, he tidied his clothes, shrugged his jacket back on, and left the room.

Jessica felt a wave of humiliation wash over her.

She was completely exposed, nothing but the tangled bedsheets to hide her shame, while Timothy walked away looking as dignified as ever.

the same apartment-otherwise, why else would she

to Jessica, the thought

believe that Timothy and

Sheila home right in front of

Jessica could hear them talking, and realized Sheila wouldn't be coming in for now. She gathered her clothes and slipped into

mess Timothy had left her in. She needed to wash every trace of him

steady rush of water drowned out every

the bedroom,"

table and landed

not to

play dumb—after all, she'd received her own gift first. Even if

to her?" Sheila kept up her usual act,

us," Timothy replied quietly. He had no intention of leaving Jessica, not

she forced a bright smile. "Since I got back, I haven't properly seen Jessica. It's lunchtime-why

she was just his aunt, but Jessica clearly didn't believe it. Maybe she was

was a chance to

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