His room

You decide to start with his room to get it ready.

It's obvious as soon as you walk in what happened the night before. It smells like sex in here. Andrew is usually tidy, but today he got up without bothering to pick anything up, probably because he was in a hurry because of those errands he had to run.

If it wasn't for you asking him for help this morning, you'd almost say he left the room like that on purpose.

The previous night's clothes are lying on the floor, as if he had thrown it without worrying about where it landed. The moment when you caught Angela and him leaning on each other as they entered the apartment comes to mind. You imagine Angela eagerly undressing him.

After picking up his clothes, now it's his bedding's turn. Wet stains mark the wild sex session that has taken place on them. Sweat and... other fluids. You try to pick up the sheets carefully but the smell invades your nostrils. God... Is this what Angela's pussy smells like? Andrew's smell is also mixed in so you resist the temptation to bring the sheets to your nose and sniff deeply.

One of the drawers of the bedside table is poorly closed, there seems to be some clothing that has left the drawer half open. You open it to close it again, even though you know you shouldn't be going through Andrew's things, but you can't help but gawk for a moment: it looks like some wrinkled cyan panties with a bow. Angela's panties? Did Andrew keep them as some sort of trophy?

Once you've put the laundry in the wash, new sheets on the bed and swept the floor, it's time to pick up the wastebasket Andrew has next to the bed. As you peek in, you notice that there are several used condoms. They can't all be from last night, can they? Where does Andrew get the stamina for something like that?