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I carried her into our bedroom and laid her on the bed, on Hannah’s side. I told myself it was just because it was nearer.
I put on the condom. Jess pulled me between her thighs and I slid into her, hot and tight, and the bed we’d bought together took her weight with a familiar groan. She wrapped her legs round me, gripped my arse and said, “Harder, Tom, please,” and I gave it to her. We fucked on top of the covers, the lamp off, Hannah’s pillow squashed under Jess’s curls and her perfume on the sheets, mixed with Jess’s coconut. She came with a long, shaking moan. I rolled her on top and she rode me, breasts swinging, one hand braced on the wall.
I was close, breathing her name, when the landing light came on.
I hadn’t heard the car. I hadn’t heard the key. The ward had sent a few staff home at four, short on patients, and Hannah stood in the doorway in her scrubs and coat with her bag still on her shoulder.
Nobody moved. Jess was still on top of me, still full of me, and it felt like the longest second of my life.
“Well,” Hannah said, quietly. “That’s a bit of a surprise.”
She looked at the bed. At her pillow. At Jess’s face, white as paper.
Then she put her bag down very gently, as if it might break, and went downstairs. A minute later I heard the front door close, and the car start.
Ending 3 of 16: Hannah’s Side. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.