“Every woman is the lingerie type.And you have the body for it.”
I just rolled my eyes.
The store smelled faintly of vanilla and something floral, the lighting warm and flattering in a way that felt intentional.Nerissa immediately disappeared into a rack of lace and I hovered near the entrance, clutching my shopping bag like a shield.
She reemerged moments later with her arms full.
“Okay, tell me which of these says ‘emotionally unavailable but devastatingly hot.’”
“All of them,” I said honestly, dropping onto a velvet bench.
She vanished into a fitting room, and for a while I just sat there, scrolling through my phone as muffled commentary floated out.
“No, this one is illegal.”
“Why does this have straps here?”
“Nerissa, you sexy bitch.”
“Oh, wait actually… there.”
I chuckled to myself, warmth settling in my chest.Was this what a normal friendship felt like?If it was… it felt easy.Even just being there, relaxing and laughing—not thinking about the wealth of drama that was my life.
Whatever this was, it felt good.
I hope it lasts.
Nerissa popped back out in a night-plum lace number, with a mesh corset wrapped around her torso and the garter straps attached.She placed a hand on her hip, striking a pose.
“Thoughts?”
“Men should fear you,” I said solemnly.
“Correct.”She pointed at me.“Now it’s your turn.”
I blinked.“What?”
“Go pick something.”
“No,” I said quickly.“Nerissa, I—”
“You would lookcriminallyhot.Just one and then we can go.”
I opened my mouth to argue, then closed it at her pleading gaze.
“I don't know why I bother,” I muttered, rising from the bench.
Victory sparkled in her grin.“Neither do I.”
And that began our little “find sexy lingerie for Savannah” mission—not that anyone would see it anytime soon.These next few months, I was going to be glued to my study materials.If exams went well, it would be more of a reason for Warren and Adams to consider me as a serious candidate for the internship.
I tried on a few—nothing wild, nothing outrageous.And then one caught my eye.Black lace with a simple binding around the waist.When I stepped out of the fitting room, I suddenly became very aware of myself.
Nerissa’s expression changed instantly.“Well, damn.”
I glanced at my reflection again.It wasn’t about sex.Not really.It was about confidence.About seeing myself without the weight of everything else layered on top.
“I actually… like this one,” I admitted.
