The apartment door swung open, and I was already decked out in some of the new clothes, ready to spring my playful ambush on Teagan as she walked in. It was supposed to be a light-hearted moment, a brief escape from the relentless strain that had wrapped its claws around us. Last time, I pushed her against this door and kissed her, something she made clear was too much too fast. I planned to tickle her this time, figuring this would break the tension I had accidentally caused between us.
But my heart stopped when, instead of Teagan, it was Clive who barged in. My body acted before my brain could catch up with the reality of the situation, and I lunged at him in what was meant to be a playful attack.
Clive spun around, his fist connecting with my nose in a brutal thud that sent me flying
