Five’s hips buckle. The sheets, once tucked into the mattress’ frame, coil around their legs are they intertwine— moving in sync. Five’s jaw slacks, fingers curling into the woman’s own, holding them in place. The consequences and risks of his action leave his thoughts as the stranger underneath him responds to his touch, melting under his hands. He thought of nothing else now, except how warm the body he underneath him is. He would attend to his girlfriend later, when his fling is smuggled out of the house, through the open window in their room.

“Five?”

A voice utters from behind him before Five can let his thoughts trail. Before he can allow himself to reach his peak. The heat he feels leaving his body, he pales immensely as he hears the hue of his partner's words sound out from behind him.

Oh, Five knows he’s screwed.