"Enjoy the shower!?" He pratically snapped. How was he suppose to get anything when all she did was stop talking to him. Gave him the fucking cold stiff shoulder, and then walked the fuck away. All she gave him was his own thoughts about what was wrong. Though he was trying to just remember that she was pregnant. That this was just mood swings. He couldn't help but be upset, and annoyed.
Nice." He growled at himself. Ending his shower right there. Honestly, yes he wanted to get clean. Though he was enjoying the time with Jade. It was intimate, and special. Now it was fucking ruined over god damn massages. He got out grabbing his towel. Quickly wrapping it around his waist he walked, very aggresively into their bedroom. Though he didn't say anything. Going to the dresser he got a pair of boxers, socks. Going to his next drawer he got a pair of his torn up work jeans. Covered in grease and other dirt. Lastly a grungy shirt. Yeah, he was going to the garage to work on the Lancer. Tune it up, or something. It didn't matter at this point. He just dressed in silence, lastly sitting on his side of the bed, on the edge pulling his socks on.