Monday Morning,

Stephanie was stretched out on the couch in nothing but my shirt, phone in her hand, acting like the last two days hadn’t happened. She kept her legs crossed, scrolling like she was bored, but I could see the faint marks I’d left on her thighs.

I sat in the armchair across from her and just watched.

After a few minutes she glanced up.

“What?”

“You’re quiet.”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

She rolled her eyes and went back to her phone. “Don’t start.”

I stood up and walked over. She tracked me the whole way but didn’t move. When I stopped in front of her, she...