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I’m not exactly a style guru or lover of fashion, but even I could help this girl find something to wear that’s better than her typical uniform.
I bet you know the style of panties I prefer…
The memory hits me from what she’d accused me of back at the auto shop, and I actually don’t know. Now I’m curious about that too.
I move to her clothes drawers then pull open the top one.
Women always use the top for their unmentionables. Which makes sense, I guess. It’s the first thing they put on when getting dressed.
As I suspected.
The drawer is crammed full of a mix of boring cotton bras and rolled up undershirts. I pick up something weird looking by slipping a finger under the thin strap and lifting. I think it’s a bra, but not really.
Girls have so many different choices that I’m sure there’s a name for this—whatever it is—but I have no idea what it would be.
“Are you seriously going through my underwear drawer?”
Dropping whatever that was, I spin to face her. She’d opened the door so quietly I hadn’t heard her come out.
Practically running across the room toward me, Brinley reaches out, and I dodge, thinking I’m about to get punched again. Instead, she slams the drawer closed then shoves me away from her closet.
“What the hell, Shane? There’s a thing called privacy. Did you think someone was going to pop out of the drawer at me? Maybe they planted a bomb or something?”
Shrugging, I flash her a half grin. “I mean … maybe. You can never be too careful.”
She rolls her eyes. “Just let me pack my bags in peace, and go sit down.”
I glance around. There aren’t many places to sit, so I choose the bed.
Dropping my weight down on the edge of the mattress, I lean back on my elbows and stretch my long legs out over the floor.
Brinley grabs a bag then steps back without looking, damn near tripping over my ankle when she catches it with her foot.
She glares at me again, and I’m glad we’re back to this. I’d really missed it.
“Do you mind? That’s my bed. I don’t want you on it.”
Batting my eyes, I give her my most innocent look.
“You sure about that? I’m not the guy you take home to your parents, but we could make an arrangement.”
She rushes me, and I move one of my legs to trip her and drag her down.
Catching her in my arms, I use my weight to spin our bodies so that she’s pinned to the bed, and I’m hovering over her. Not quite crushing her but holding her in place.
I don’t miss the red color filling her cheeks.
Bumping the tip of my nose against hers, I continue teasing her. “You still haven’t admitted you like me.”
“That’s because I still don’t.”
“You’re warming up, though. Just admit it. I won’t hold it against you.”
Her lips pull into a thin line.
Sighing, I shake my head with disbelief before dropping my forehead to hers. She barely blinks as our eyes stay locked in battle.
“Do you own anything that isn’t four sizes too big for you?”
