Jan. Week 3: Tuesday Evening at Home-Casual sex (Suspicion: -5)

In the bedroom, their clothes came off with the efficiency of a drunken pit crew—Jonathan's shirt getting briefly stuck on his head, Leah's bra clasp refusing to cooperate until the third try. They fell into their familiar choreography: his hand between her legs performing the same circular motion he'd used on his teeth minutes earlier, her appreciative but slightly exaggerated moans, the mattress squeaking in its reliable 4/4 time signature.

When Jonathan finished with his trademark grunt-and-collapse, Leah stroked his hair and enjoyed the weight of him, the closeness, even as her own pleasure plateau remained stubbornly unscaled. Tuesday night after Chinese—it wasn't fireworks, but it was theirs.