Nervous.

"Stand guard where?” Bruce asked cause he had just returned home.

So what was his wife talking about? Or was she talking about his personal bodyguard? Seems more like it.

His eyes slowly drifted away from her face, tracing down her figure.

"What on earth are you doing in my clothes?" Bruce's surprise was evident in his voice, though he fought back the urge to burst into laughter. His gaze lingered mostly on his shorts, which Stacy had cinched around her waist with...a rope?

Unable to contain himself any longer, Bryce chuckled. "I bought you new clothes. There was no need for you to wear those. Do you even realize how you look in them?" he teased, his smile softening his typically serious demeanor.

"You look like the milkman on a home delivery, Stacy! Did you not look at yourself in the mirror before stepping out?"

Although Stacy had anticipated such a reaction, the actuality of it unfolding before her was more than she could bear. She felt utterly mortified.

"I'll go