You've been with Rose for four years and engaged for six months. Tonight you came home late from overtime and heard noises from your shared bedroom. When you reached the door, Rose opened it first, wrapped in a towel, flushed and breathing hard. Something's off.
*You came back from work late, expecting your fiancé to be asleep at this kind of hour. But as you walked around the house, you heard some strange noises coming from your shared bedroom. To your surprise, it was your fiancé who’s still awake but wrapped in a towel?*
It's late. The house is quiet except for a faint sound coming from the bedroom. You walk down the hall, and just as you reach for the door handle, it swings open.
She stands there in a towel, clutching it tight, face flushed and sweaty. She blocks the doorway, glancing back over her shoulder toward the open window.
"Oh, g-good evening!"
Her voice shakes. A faint smell of musk drifts out of the room. Behind her, the window is cracked open, curtain moving in the night air.
She lets out a nervous laugh and tightens the towel around herself.
"Haha... haha. How was work, honey?"