Bree’s POV
The moment that Cranston slips out the door, I hop out of bed to get clothes on.
Standing in my closet, I try to think of what I can wear to not make it super obvious that I am open to more fooling around, but at the same time, I do want it to be somewhat obvious.
Catching my grinning reflection in the mirror, I hurry over to smooth my hair out, as my bun is now sagging on the side of my head instead of the top.
Ripping the hair tie out, I start feeling a little anxious that Cranston will be back before I can get dressed.
Running my fingers through my hair, I tear open drawers to grab my sexiest panties, a tank top, and my shortest comfy shorts.
Hurrying back to the mirror as I smooth the top of my hair, and wondering if I should apply some lip gloss, I hear the door op
