“My singlet and PJ bottoms.”
“Those loose pink ones?”
“Yeah.”
“Take them off,” he said.
I giggled some more.
“Kylee,” he growled.
“Michael,” I mock growled back.
“Take. Them. Off.”
I checked the curtains on the window and the lock on the door with a quick glance.
Then I got to taking my PJ bottoms off.
And Michael got all growly.