Chapter 402 - Have You Heard Anything?

Fifteen or so minutes later, they were both sitting by the kitchen table, with two steaming cups in front of them, a hot chocolate with marshmallows for Lane, and a black tea for Damien. Their master bedroom had been fully cleaned, all the used condoms thrown away, unused picked up and saved for later, all the rose petals vacuumed, and the floor washed. The duvet covers were soaking in the bathtub with the stain remover, while the mattress was out in the hallway, with the torn side facing the wall. There were no other apartments on their floor, so they didn't have to worry about anyone seeing it (or, to be precise, DAMIEN didn't have to worry, because Lane didn't care either way).