My Sister Kept Walking Around My Husband in Just a Towel and Called It a ‘Test’ – Then One Day, He Did Something That Made Her Turn Bright Red

The second time, I pulled her aside.

“Could you put on a robe before coming down? Andrew’s usually in the kitchen.”

Kayla blinked at me.

“He’s your husband, Amanda, not a teenage boy.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“It makes me uncomfortable.”

She studied my face as though I’d presented her with a puzzle.

Then she shrugged.

“Fine.”

Except the next morning, she did it again.

***

Now Andrew was upstairs, and Kayla was stirring sugar into her coffee like nothing had happened.

“I asked you to stop,” I snapped.

She leaned against the counter.

“You don’t have to understand.”

“You’re seriously threatened by me wearing a towel?”