Chapter 1: Exposition
Brad lay sprawled across their king-sized bed, the faint hum of the ceiling fan creating a gentle breeze that ruffled the pages of the novel he was pretending to read. The book had been a gift from Jenny, one of those bestsellers that promised to be unputdownable, but he found himself more interested in the patterns the fan blades created on the ceiling than the plot. His mind was elsewhere, drifting back to the dinner party they'd hosted the previous evening, and specifically, to Debbie's low-cut dress.
Jenny walked into the bedroom, her footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet.
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, and watched Brad with a small smile playing on her lips. He glanced up from his book, his cheeks flushing slightly as he realized he'd been caught daydreaming.
"Still on page 42?" Jenny asked, nodding towards the novel in his hands.
Brad shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I got distracted. Sorry."
Jenny pushed off from the doorframe and moved towards the bed, sitting down next to him. She reached for the book, flipping it closed and setting it aside. "Distracted, huh?