For a while Tim, Jessie, and me settled into a comfortable rhythm. He was spending basically all his time living at our apartment and none of us were wearing much clothing. This was back in the summer, when that was easier to justify, but we were never going out anyway. When you work from home and have live-in dick, you don’t need much of an excuse to stay in.
I would wake up in the morning. It was only a fifty fifty chance that he would be in my bed, if we had slept separately– there were plenty of times where the three of us slept all together. Since my work was remote now, I’d get up late and take a shower. If I couldn’t hear the telltale sounds of my roommate being fucking railed in the next room by my ex boyfriend, I might video call into work for a check in with my boss. Sometimes I would hear them start moaning while I was on a call and I’d have to mute it real quick, but I’m sure my boss heard it once or twice. I looked embarrassed enough anyway.