“Can you turn that down?” I half-shouted at my girlfriend sitting at the opposite end of the room watching something on her laptop. “I’m on a call.” She scowled, but picked up her earbuds and put them in.
It’d been hard sharing the studio apartment we lived in for the past couple of months, especially with her not working and me working from home. At first I thought it was great, taking every opportunity to get her naked, the intimacy, but now the shine had worn off to an extent. Where it was previously electrifying to have her near, it now felt more like an invasion of my private space, and neither of us had problems keeping our hands off each other at this point.
I was a little more aggravated than usual, as I was on a fairly important meeting with higher-ups, and even if I wasn’t doing a lot of talking, I still wanted to seem engaged and ask a pertinent question here and there. My girlfriend knew this, so her turning on a video and settling in with the volume at full blast as if she was home alone had irked me.