My sudden uncertainty must have been written all over my face. Scott came over and gently took my hand, placing a soft kiss on my cheek, “Don’t wo...ry, I just have a better sound system up there. We can just hang out for a bit.” A wave of relief washed over me as I smiled at him. I gripped his hand tighter and made my way upstairs. His room was smaller than I’d expected, and surprisingly tidy. The walls were a light grey, which reminded me of the colour of the sky on a damp spring morning. His. ”The sound of a knock on the back door interrupted her thoughts. Helen put her husband out of her mind as she walked to the door. ‘I guess this is the moment of truth,’ she thought to herself as anxiety start to flow over her.She opened the door and smiled at Jeff as she allowed him to enter her kitchen. She waited a few moments before stepping in front of him and raising her arms, putting them around his neck. She felt his hands on her hips as she leaned in and kissed the man.Jeff pulled his. "For instance, we both found out a lot about each other's family." A flash of a smile, neither warm nor humorous. "On the whole, I'd have to say I like yours better."She did too, but that was beside the point. "Brandon, for the past few weeks you've been... Inaccessible, really. I mean, we... We talk, we hang out, we even have sex, but... Sometimes I'm not sure you're really paying attention to any of it." Well, for that matter, you haven't been very present either." The control of his tone. By chance, a post he made had me thinking of a story. An erotic thriller, if you will. It stayed on my mind for a few days, before the basis of the story came to me. I sent him a private message. He responded in kind…although not with kindness. His reply was almost brutally short and direct. He was always that way in our private messages. Abrupt. It made me think perhaps the man disliked me, although he never said so. I told myself it’s not a big deal, anyway. I figured our lives would never.