Chapter 67

Damn it, shouldn't he have checked on Fraser first? Lydia shouted "Fraser!" anxiously as she shoved past Dexter at the door. But the second she stormed in, she froze-same as Dexter had. Fraser was absolutely livid at being interrupted. His good time had just gotten ruined. He had Bellamy tightly in his arms, and now barked coldly at them, "Get out. And shut the door behind you." Dexter blinked fast, finally snapping out of it. Seeing both man and woman on the floor half-dressed, yeah, probably not the kind of sight needing an audience. He turned, ready to go. Lydia, however, just stood there staring, stunned. Dexter tugged her gently and whispered, "Let's give them some space, yeah? Let them at least throw some clothes on." Her face shifted with a storm of emotions. She yanked her hand free, bit down on her lip, eyes already red, and stomped out. Dexter shrugged helplessly, trailing behind her. As he pulled the door shut, he called out, "Uh... you guys might wanna hurry up. The girl ou