A called bluff

"I already told you you're never wearing clothes again," I replied as nonchalantly as I could, but feeling Chelsea's breath on my face was a bit unsettling.

"Alright, then," Chelsea pulled back, "then I'm breaking up with you."

"The apartment's in my name, idiot," I shrugged, "you're free to get out on the porch. Not like you have anything to pack up anymore, anyway."

"Uhh, uhh," Chelsea panicked, "well, I'll call the police and told them you stole all my stuff."

"And give them the announcement of your nudism?" I suggested as Chelsea gritted her teeth.