How goddamn annoying could two people be? It was like they were the only ones in this run down, abandoned building, not giving a single fuck that you lived there too.

Moan and yells were practically echoing through the house, sounding as if someone was being brutally beat instead of being given pleasure in the most loudest way.

As you walked by the door of Tyler’s room to head to your own for bed, you couldn’t help but peer into the gap of the door, seeing only a sliver of what they could possibly be doing in there.

Suddenly though, he opened the white painted door, the chips showing the wood underneath the paint.

“What’re you doing?” He asked, standing confidently in his stark nakedness, not giving a shit that you were right in front of him as he breathed out of his mouth.

With a glove on his left hand —probably used to protect himself from whatever diseases Marla possessed—, he grazed the skin on his tan, sweaty stomach.

“Wanna finish ‘er off?” He inquired, a subtle, knowing look under that neutral expression as he letting a small smirk cross his plush lips, his hair seeming more messy than usual.