Walking out of the bathroom into his bedroom, I head for the dresser to retrieve some clothes. I open the drawer and pull out my black Victoria’s Secret crop pants that have PINK spelled out across my butt in the color pink and a plain racer-back pink tank top. I find my underwear in the top drawer. I let my towel pool to the floor and I dress, but I don’t bother with a bra. I hate wearing them at night and I want to be comfy. Hearing the doorbell, I assume the pizza has arrived. I walk back into the bathroom and brush my hair into a ponytail, wrapping a band around it. All my bathroom products have been put into their place. I’m still in shock. I just don’t understand the man. Nick is calling my name as I make my way to the kitchen. As I enter, Nikki and Jase are both sitting Indian-style on top of the granite island. Jase is taking a sip of a beer and Nikki is taking her first bite of pizza. Suddenly, I remember I’m not wearing a bra. I grab my boobs. “Oh, shit,” I say announcing my arrival.
