Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend
MAX
I'd been sat here for the past half hour, watching the wall clock tick towards midnight like a guillotine blade inching closer to its drop.
The house was deathly silent, except for the sound of my finger tapping the granite countertop in sync with the clock's minute movement.
Waiting. Patiently waiting. Eyes aimed straight for the stairs…
…Until the time finally came.
Right on cue, moment after midnight, a little rustle came from upstairs, followed the creak of an opening door, footsteps across the landing… and eventually the staircase.