They untangled in the night, she to one side, he to the other. She's thankful she can slip out without waking him, until his bewildered expression turn into relief on her return. He sucks her back into him, determined to never lose track of her again.
She's stuck, staring eye to eye with his other girlfriend. Neither blinks as one guards and the other waits for weakness. One must submit, one must win. Its tense and silent until instinct takes over and her butt hits the ground with a defeated thump of her tail.
Lectures like this are for children. What she's been doing is childish, but only if you consider the rules she's never broken before. He drones on and on, repeating his disappointment in new and different ways and silencing her every protest. Why did she bother coming back?
Complete exhaustion. She's not even conscious of how her shoes got off her feet or how she came to be under his blue quilt. But she's there when he sinks onto the mattress just as surprised as she is, wearing the same sagging eyes and a thoughtful smirk.
It's not like what she did is a secret, but it feels dangerous to tell him. Anyone of the 25 witnesses could make an off handed comment, or outright spill it to him. Part of her doesn't want to say anything so she can explode on him, fight his double standard when he comes accusing. But days go by and he says nothing, she's tense all the time, and the fear in her chest grows as big as his potential over reaction.