The sound of wood scraping across tiles greeted him as he stepped through the front door.
The closer he got to the kitchen, the louder it grew.
Something made him hover just out of sight of the open doorway, anxious as a moan filtered through the air to him.
He couldn’t look and see her bent over their heavy kitchen table, being railed by their neighbor. The big one with the salt and pepper hair, who’s cock always seems to outline his work trousers.
Taking a breath, he rounded the corner to find her scraping a heavy wooden spatula over the tile. The floor was covered in some sticky white substance. He blew his breath out.
“Dropped plaster on the floor.” She pushed her hair out of her face. “Definitely not how I was planning on getting my workout today. Maybe I’ll have the neighbor just replace the floor.”
Something about her tone made him narrow his eyes.