You stare out the window, making eye contact with the pale moon. It had seen everything you and Shane had just done. Her sheets feel hot against your skin. Or is that just you? Your thoughts are interrupted by her clearing her throat.

"Thanks for that," she says from behind you. You can almost imagine her pulling her top back on. This is the third time you two have done this, each happening after running into one another at the club. She says the same thing every time. "I'll call you."

She never does.