Damien removes the gel pack before Eshe sits up to grab his sleeve.
“Ignore it," she smiles, leaning back onto her elbows.
“Eshe! I know you in there! You never leave all these lights on when you gone!" A male's shout pierces the door, Damien facing Eshe.
“Safe to assume that's the ex?" He tilts his head to the door as she covers her face, hiding the shame.
“You haven't truly lived without an obsessive ex." Damien carefully moves her leg from his lap and stands before placing the gel pack back on her resting ankle. Crossing the room to open the door, Eshe twists her body to witness Damien with her ex.
“Who the f**k are you?" Eshe's ex, standing six inches shorter in a white tank top and gray sweats, looks Damien up and down.
“Eshe's busy. I'll tell her you stopped by." Damien tuc
