She came home wet.

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After she left, my friend and I went out for dinner and a few beers afterwards, so I didn't get back until late. By the time I got home, Amy still hadn't returned.

That surprised me because the picnic and the tour couldn’t have taken more than a few hours. Maybe Luther lived on the far side of town. Maybe traffic had gotten bad. I tried not to overthink it, though a strange tension sat low in my stomach. I was tired from the move, so I stretched out on the couch and eventually fell asleep waiting for her.

I woke to the sound of the front door opening. I rubbed my eyes and sat up groggily, then froze.

Amy was standing in the doorway.

At first, I didn’t register what I was looking at. Her hair was messy, not just from the wind, but tangled. She was still wearing the sundress from earlier, but it was wrinkled, and the straps had been torn off completely. There were dark, wet patches across the fabric. Her thighs glistened in the hallway light, slick all the way do