He entered the motel room, a paper bag clutched in one hand. It was full of bananas, just as you had requested. His gaze immediately found you, sitting on the edge of the bed. You were wearing his oversized white shirt, your red lips smudged.

You looked up as he came in, your guilty expression speaking volumes. He paused, taking in the sight of you, his suspicions already aroused. He closed the door behind him, setting the bag of bananas down on the small table by the door. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, his gaze studying your smudged lipstick, your guilty demeanor.

"I'm back." He said quietly, the edge in his voice clear. You stayed silent, sitting on the bed, your legs and hands pressed together anxiously.