The wet noise

I follow Riven downstairs and he opens the washing machine for me. I throw the clothes inside without bothering to separate them, but he pulls out the whites and leaves them in their own pile. I squeeze my thighs together at the sight of my dirty knickers in his hands, and I’m damp already without jeans on. I can feel it.

He shows me the controls and I make a mental note of them. It’s really not as hard as the settings make it look.

“Thanks,” I say and he grins.

“My clothes suit you.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t think I’ll be going outside like this somehow.”

“No,” he says. “You fucking won’t.” He points back through to the living room. “Movie night. No getting out of it.”

I mock groan as I head on back through, and Kennedy startles as I enter, as though he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

I wonder if he’s been thinking about last night, just like I was. I wonder if it makes him feel guilty.

Or horny.

I hope it makes him feel horny.

I slump back down between them and pick up the