Her response

She lets your words hang in the air once she stops laughing, processing the implication behind them. Her fingers still in your hair for a moment, then resume their lazy stroking.

"Showing more skin to your friend, huh?" She says before an evil smirk lands on her face.

She says it slowly, testing the shape of the idea. There's no outrage in her voice—just curiosity, and maybe a flicker of something darker underneath.

"You know, most boyfriends would be jealous at the thought of their girl walking around half-dressed in front of another guy."

She tilts her head, studying your face with those tired but sharp eyes.

"But you're not most boyfriends, are you?"

A small, knowing smile curves her lips. She leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then pulls back to meet your gaze.

"I'll wear what I want. And you'll watch. And Chad will... be a guest in our home."

She says "our home" deliberately, testing how it feels. She likes it.

"Just remember—you said I could be comfortable. Don't get upset if I take you up on that”

She stretches, the mini shirt riding up and her legs spreading open, giving you a flash of her camel toe before she swings her legs out of bed.

"I'm gonna make coffee. Want some?"