DING-DONG!
Just when they're about to enjoy a good time together. The doorbell rang at ten-thirty.
Mike heard the doorbell from upstairs, which in this house meant he heard it clearly since the home was small and the walls were thin, typical of places built when acoustic insulation was an afterthought.
'Fuck...! I got fucking cockblocked by that stupid doorbell, and I probably know it is...'
Mike glanced at the clock, which read ten-thirty. Stanley had mentioned arriving around nine or ten.
Neither of them moved for a moment.
'Aww... I was about to give my virginity to Mike, but why did Stanley come home...?' Ellie thought with disappointment.
The sound lingered in the room like unexpected noises do when they come at the wrong moment—not alarming, just present, bearing the weight of something that cannot be unheard.
"That's—" Ellie started.
"I know," Mike said.
