Who said anything about getting dressed?

But whatever. I got over it quickly enough. I cleared my head and tried to focus on what was important: winning the next match of Smash Brothers Melee. I was going to get dressed and show him what I was made of. I walked over to my clothes and began to put my bra back on.

But Josh held his hand up to stop me.

“Hold on. I didn’t say you could get dressed,” Josh said.

“But we’re going to play the game now and...” I started to say.

Oh, fuck. I remember thinking, you’ve got to be kidding me. I sighed. I thought about protesting, but it didn't seem worth it to test his patience again. I could still feel the sting from the last time I had argued.

“Fine. Whatever gets you off. You’re going to regret spotting me that stock,” I said.

I had done my best to sound confident, but the only reaction I garnered from him was a light chuckle. He was unconvinced by my false bravado.