The bedroom was dimly lit, the curtains still drawn.
Tiffany stood there in nothing but her underwear, her thick, curvy body filling it out in all the right places. The white lace bra barely contained her heavy breasts, and the matching panties hugged her wide hips and thick thighs.
Her posture was tense, arms crossed under her chest, one hand resting protectively on her belly.
She looked at me with a mix of exhaustion, jealousy, and raw need. "I don't want to talk to anyone else right now. Just you."
"What happened, Tiff?" I asked, moving closer. "Brittany said you and Julie had a fight."
She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to rest on my chest. Her touch was warm, but there was a slight tremble in her fingers. "Did you drink from Julie's breasts, Alex?" she asked outright, her voice low but sharp.
"What?" I said, genuinely caught off guard. I didn't know how Tiffany had even found that out.
