17.

POPPY:

The moans suddenly stopped, then I heard the shuffling of clothes as if they were in a hurry.

"A minute, please. We will be out in a minute."

Oh, gahd.

Christy. What have you done?

The door of the bathroom opened and saw Christy. Her hair was disheveled like a bird’s nest. And the man beside her was topless. She was still drunk from sex. She looked at me sheepishly.

“Poppy. I thought you won’t be coming home. So I invited someone to join me. By the way. He is my boyfriend. Love, this is my best friend. Poppy.”

And that was the reason why you brought this man to my house? And on top of that, had sex? My bathroom will never be the same without imagining what they did inside.

"Hi. Nice meeting you."

The man offered his hand and I was tempted not to take it, asking my mind if he was done washing his hand or not.

"I forgot to send you a message. I got busy. But it turned out, you got busier," I declared as my gaze darted back to the man beside her.

She laughed nervously. “He is