Today, I decided to take some time off and do a little retail therapy. With a coffee in hand, I strolled leisurely through the bustling grocery store and the sprawling mall, window shopping and treating myself to a much-needed break. The bright displays and enticing smells of food were a sensory feast, and for a while, I felt a little bit like a kid in a candy store.

As I approached the door to my condo, the unmistakable sound of moaning filled the air, causing me to pause in confusion and curiosity. "Who the heck is making those noises at this hour?" I thought to myself, furrowing my brows in both amusement and bewilderment.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I cautiously placed my hand on the doorknob.

I took a moment to survey the area, my hand slightly shaking as I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. After a few tense seconds, she finally picked up, her voice slightly out of breath.

"Turn your camera on. I'm ordering you to turn it on as your girlfriend. Or I'll barge in to your room right now."

She obeyed my command and turned on her camera, revealing a sweaty, disheveled version of her. I couldn't help but notice the damp patches of sweat on her workout clothes.

"What are you doing? Why are you sweating so much?"