I froze, unsure what I should do. If I asked Grant about the text from Trisha, he'd know I was snooping on his phone. How would I explain it? I thought I probably already knew what had happened though. It just didn't make sense. She couldn't be the one he had over. The panties couldn't be hers. Grant and Trisha broke up. She cheated on him with one of his closest friends. Grant wasn't even the type to go back to someone. Even if they ended on good terms, which they didn't. I sort of already knew I wouldn't be able to pretend I didn't see the message.
Grant entered the room. "Why do I always get my shirt wet when I do the dishes?" He had a huge wet mark on this shirt.
"I don't know, maybe you're a little careless."
He laughed. "Me? Careless? I'm literally so careful Rinnie." He smirked.
