The morning after was a fucking haze. My body still thrummed with the memory of her pussy, of her screams, of my cum filling her. I’d slipped out of the guest room just before dawn, making sure i was silent, leaving her there, wrecked and beautiful. I heard her moving around later, the soft sounds of her getting ready for the day. Getting ready to face him.

I walked into the kitchen, acting casual. Zane was already there , making coffee, oblivious. He was humming some stupid tune.

“Morning, guys,” I said, my voice easy, unaffected.

“Morning, Ethan,” Zane said, “Coffee?”

“Please.” I sat down at the table, across from...