What do you think you are doing?

Dave enters the room and closes the door behind him. He turns around and is welcomed by the sight of Daisy stopping out of the bath in a see-through red dress.

He frowns and takes counting strides to the bed, "what do you think you are doing?" He demands.

Daisy bites down on her lips in fear, it's her first time doing this and she feels embarrassed by his tone.

"I-i um, wear..." Daisy stutters.

Dave sighs and climbs on the bed, covers the shit over him.

"Come to bed when you are done!" He blurts and closes his eyes.

Daisy was stunned seeing how casually he reacted. She thought I would shut her out by raising his voice on her.

"I had no choice but to put it on, I didn't want grandma to suspect anything" she forces herself to explain.

Dave didn't respond, he pretended not to have heard her.

After a while of standing, Daisy forces her legs to move. She climbs on the bed, making sure to stay in her place.

Silence engulfs the entire room, Daisy squeezes on the shit feeling nervous. It's he