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“I don’t know if I can stay awake for two movies tonight, but sure.”
“Okay,” I said, unzipping my shorts and then pulling them down. I stepped out of them and glared at him. He stared at me, smirking.
“Okay, I can’t even see anything. You have to turn around.”
I could feel the air on my ass and shook my head. “You didn’t say I had to turn around.”
“Sadie, how else can I tell that you have a thong on? Your top is so long that I’m not seeing anything.”
“You’re such an idiot. You know that, Wyatt?” I said as I turned around.
“Pull your t-shirt up, then, Sadie.”
“Really, Wyatt?” I shot a glare at him over my shoulder.
“Scaredy-cat,” he teased.
“I’m not a scaredy-cat.” I walked over to him. “You know what, Wyatt Hamilton? Here you go.” I pulled off my top and stood there in my new lace bra and thong. I stared at him and poked him in the chest. His eyes widened as his gaze trailed down my body.
“W-whoa,” he stammered.
I could feel my face flushing as he gazed at me. I turned around so that he could see my ass, and he let out a low whistle. I turned and back around. There was an expression in his eyes that I’d never seen before.
“So you weren’t joking,” he said softly, still staring at me.
“No, I wasn’t.” I could feel his gaze hovering over my bra, and I swallowed hard again. My nipples were hard and pointing out, and I knew he could see them. I felt almost naked standing there so close to him. He was only in his boxers and I was just in my underwear. It was a weird, very intimate moment.
“Well, okay,” he said, looking at me one more time and shaking his head. “Put on the t-shirt, Sadie.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re just standing there, almost naked. I think you should put on the t-shirt.”
“Fine.” I pulled the T-shirt over me, a little disappointed that he hadn’t made the effort to say something nice. “So what did you think of them?”
“What did I think of what?”
“My bra and panties. Do you think they’re sexy enough?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I don’t really think they’re very appropriate, but—”
“Appropriate for what, Wyatt?”
“I mean what, are you planning on getting naked on a first date with some random dude? No, I don’t think you should wear that.”
“No, of course I’m not planning on getting naked on a first date with some random dude. Do you really think I’d do that?”
“I don’t know.” He pulled a pair of boxer shorts out of a drawer and handed them to me. “Put these on.”
“Okay,” I said and stepped into them. He looked me up and down and smiled with a satisfied look on his face.
“That’s much better.”
“Okay,” I said. “Well, aren’t you going to put a t-shirt on too?”
“I never sleep in a t-shirt,” he said.
“Well, maybe you should, Wyatt Hamilton.”
