EMILY
GARRETT and I get ready for bed without speaking to each other. He brushes his teeth on his side of the sink, I do the same at the other double sink.
He strips down to boxer briefs and goes to the bedroom without saying a word to me.
I put on my little booty shorts and a camisole that's too tight because I've gained weight since I bought it. Too much good food here at Stoneridge, I guess.
My breasts spill out of the top. My nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric that's glued to me like a second skin. I'm not trying to entice Garrett into anything, given that I really am upset with him, but it seems to have an effect anyway.
The second his eyes land on me, I can see the heat flare in them. His eyes linger on the swell of my breasts, my bare thighs.
As I approach the bed, he pushes himself over to "my" side and sits on the edge, blocking me from getting in.
I stand before him, arms folded, doing my best to serve him with a cool look.
