Panting heavily, Alan used his right hand to unbutton Lucy's shirt while hurriedly entering the passcode with his left.
Perhaps the intensity of their kiss made him enter it wrong several times before the door finally opened.
The moment they entered, with the lights still off, Alan hoisted her onto the hallway cabinet.
The sound of violent collisions echoed, and I nearly gagged from the nausea.
I turned on the living room lights, and under the harsh brightness, they separated. The impatience on their faces was etched into my memory.
Lucy's shirt was unbuttoned all the way down to her navel, and she hurriedly buried herself into Alan's embrace.
Alan held her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry. I thought she had already left."
"Go wait for me in the bedroom," Alan said as he carried Lucy into the room and shut the door behind him.
"Why are you back again?" His frustration was evident.
"Alan, I'm pregnant."
There wasn't a hint of joy on his face. I once believed that the arrival of this child would be the catalyst for our relationship, but to him, it was likely just a burden.
"Whose child is it?" Alan's lips curled up into a mocking smile.