“What is this?” I ask in a teasing tone. We’re staring into each other’s eyes as I reach down to inspect what is currently pressed against my upper thigh. As my hand pats his pocket, he tries to pull away, but not before I can yank out whatever he’s hiding there. The teasing grin on my face fades when I take in the familiar sight and feel of my own underwear. What the…fuck? Almost immediately, my gaze snaps back up to his face. He’s still staring at me, his jaw tight and his eyes narrowed. Isn’t he going to explain himself? Make up some stupid fucking story that explains why he would be
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