Drop it

After another ten minutes of walking, Ethan finds himself in an area of town he'd never been in. It's just outside of the main strips, the lights from the buildings still at their backs despite walking through a grassy stretch. Coming up over a hill, suddenly Ethan understands what Sam meant.

A large cluster of houses lay before him, packed closely together. Most of the houses in Green Valley are spaced out, each property large with good distance between neighbors. These houses are nothing like that. They're all tight together, and sort of on the small side. Counting, Ethan sees around thirty houses taking up around the same amount of space his, Layla's and their closest neighbor does.

"See?" Sam nudges him slightly, "The burbs."

Walking down the hill, Ethan feels a pang of claustrophobia. Despite only living in the town for less than two weeks, he had grown quite accustomed to open space. He follows Sam into the cluster, happy when she makes for one relatively close to the edge.

Fiddling with the lock, Sam pops the door open, turning to Ethan and giving him a small nod. "Thanks for walking me."

"Ah, yeah, no problem..." Ethan rubs the back of his neck. Something in the dark corners of his head expected something more, but his conscious mind isn't aware of it. "Well, goodnight then."

Standing in the doorway, Sam gives Ethan an annoyed look. "You're not going to ask to come in?"

"Huh?" Ethan blinks.

Sighing, Sam crossed her arms under her chest, "Don't you want to fuck me?"

Ethan feels his jaw slack.

Scoffing, Sam rolls her eyes, turning and walking into the house, leaving the door open behind her.

Standing there, dumbfounded, Ethan takes a second to think.