"I mean, yeah she looks very fuckable. But the woman I’ve got right here is the only one I’ll be fucking right now," with a smirk and small kiss on her forehead.

The light smile was visible as she traced her fingers over the leather beige couch, running over the rough but smooth material as she continued walking through the house. Looking over at where the bedrooms were, she started heading back there with a determined look on her face. Shane kept telling herself that she wasn’t going to cry, not here and not like this. It wasn’t worth it. She was just going to go in there, take a look around and get out, maybe drop by to see Bette. Stopping a few feet away from her old bedroom… Carmen’s new bedroom, she clenched her fists as she sighed out all the tension and stress in her body at that moment. Finally walking into the room, crossing the threshold, she stood there agape at the look of everything. The bed had different sheets, the color of maroon satin and looked like the exact material. The other furniture was the same, although the walls were a dark shade of red, to match the bed sheets she supposed.  Looking around, she noticed the old closest light was still on. Making her way over to the light room, she pushed open the door and stared to the floor. Scattered all over the floor were pictures; of the family, of Jenny and Carmen and her, of Tina and Bette’s baby, and… of her and Carmen. They took up most of the floor, a couple of shoe boxed looked tossed to the side. Sitting down, she picked up one of the pictures of her and Carmen, the one tooken at the rehearsal dinner for their wedding. Shane was wearing a nice looking black and white tuxedo, and the odd pair of converse high tops. Carmen was wearing a gorgeous dark red dress, it hung just above her knees and was held on with two small straps. The dress seemed to hug her in certain places, letting you see how curvy she was. Her skin was shimmering in the bright lights above them, grazing over her caramel toned skin. The glint of happiness and joy was being messaged to Shane from those deep brown eyes. Everything about her look was perfect, and she remembered how breath-taking Shane was as she saw Carmen in that outfit. It was like someone had literally punched her in the gut or slapped her. She was holding Carmen, the both of them laughing and being happy. The image was peaceful and a very loving memory that Shane had almost forgotten, surprisingly. But it took her a while after looking at the others that she finally asked herself, why were all of these pictures out over the floor? Had someone been looking at them?