Alexander pulled into the driveway as fast as he could, his eyes darting.
As he parked, he glanced around and exhaled in relief when he saw Eleanor's car wasn't there.
"She's not home yet," he mumbled.
He got out of the car and dashed inside, shutting the door behind him. His footsteps echoed in the quiet house as he hurried to their bedroom.
The adrenaline pumping through his veins began to settle as he reached for the buttons on his shirt.
Just as he was about to unbutton his jeans, the sound of the front door opening froze him in place.
Eleanor was back...
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, hastily pulling his shirt off and tossing it into the laundry basket.
Then he turned just as Eleanor entered the room.
"Alex!" she called cheerfully, a warm smile on her face.
"Hey, babe," he replied, his own smile a bit forced as he stepped toward her.