“Fuck’s sake,” I groan, reluctantly pulling out of you, causing a whine of protest to escape your lips, I then stand up from the bed to pull my boxers back on. “Who the fuck could that be?”

For the first time in weeks, I’ve finally had you tangled in our sheets with your legs wrapped around my waist. I’ve been so busy working on my fourth album at the studio recently, resulting in me coming home really late when you’re already sleeping.

This connection—skin on skin, our souls are binding together, is the epitome of happiness to me. It’s been hell being without it recently, to say I’ve missed having you like this is the understatement of the century. But of course, something had to ruin our moment. We ignored the first two knocks, then a third and fourth followed. It’s midnight, I genuinely have no idea who could be knocking on our door at this house. This better be some kind of emergency—something that couldn’t wait, because I was so, so close to—

I hear the rustling of our sheets behind me, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, grabbing your dressing gown from the floor that I had discarded earlier, and wrap it around you.

“M’coming to the door with you, this better be something important.” You murmur, voice still hoarse with desire.

“You can say that again, really pissed me off, tulip.” I mutter, my gaze meets yours with half lidded eyes.

I make my way downstairs, with you following suit, not even bothering to put a shirt on. I let out an exasperated sigh, swinging the door open. It’s Sally. Our neighbour. I feel you tense beside me. “Uh—hi, can we help you?” I ask, although I’m almost certain what this is about.

Sally raises a brow, taking in our disheveled appearance and my lack of clothing. “You two woke me up.”

My gaze flickers to you beside me, then back to sally, I clear my throat, the tips of my ears burning. “S—sorry, Sally. We’ll keep it down.”

“Atleast someone’s getting some ‘round here,” she chuckles, causing a quiet giggle from you. “Next time, maybe close the window if you don’t want an audience.”

Oh god. She heard us fucking.