Twelve minutes and twenty seconds later

Ethan paces almost the whole time they are gone. Checking the time, he notes they are overdue to return.

Peeking out the front window, Ethan sees no sign of them. Pacing again, thumb and forefinger working his chin, he tries not to let his already sky-high anxiety get the better of him. Questions keep rolling through his mind, ones he can't even begin to hope to answer on his own.

'What are they talking about?'

'Why are they taking so long?'

'Are they even coming back?'

'Where the fuck is Hazel Road?'

Breathing deeply, Ethan tries to stay cool and collected. This was not a situation that had ever happened to him before. Frankly, he wasn't even sure how he got into this whole situation. He'd made some choices, some he wasn't proud of, and others he was maybe a little too proud of. Either way, two young women he had slept with were on a run together almost certainly talking about him.

"Why did I say she could stay..." Ethan mumbles to himself, singling that one choice out as the real mistake.

He's just about to check the window again when he hears a knock at the door.

The sound makes him jump, his heart shooting up into his throat. Scampering over to the door, he takes another deep breath, once again to try and collect himself, then opens the door.

A lone woman stands on the porch.

"Ethan."

"Ashley..." Ethan suddenly feels his knees weaken. Ashley is alone, with Alex nowhere to be seen. The brunette's expression is hard to read, but she looks serious. Maybe a little TOO serious... Ethan clears his throat. "Where's Al-"

Another knock, fainter, further.

Ethan turns around, suddenly very confused.

He hears the knock again, coming from th-

"Gonna answer that?" Ashley frowns, planting a hand on her hip.

Ethan turns back to her, his jaw slacking. Ashley's expression cracks for a split second, the very edge of her mouth curling before it goes back to her faux frown. Ethan turns back towards the source of the knocking, making his way through the house towards it.

Going to the other end of the house, he opens the door leading to the back of his property, Alex waiting on the otherside. Ethan stares at her for a beat, wondering what the hell is going on. "Alex?"

"Ethan." She smacks her lips.

"What are you..." Ethan blinks, totally trapped in whatever mind game they are playing. "What are you doing?"

"Hm? Oh..." Alex smiles, stepping forward, into the house and inches from Ethan, "I figured I'd just come in your backdoor...."

Ethan hears footsteps behind him. Before he can turn around, two thin arms wrap around his waist, and a full chest presses against his back.

"But..." Ashley giggles, her voice poisoned honey in Ethan's ear, "We agreed to share..."

Swallowing, Ethan feels something poke against his ass.

Suddenly, he gets very, very hard.