His boxers were from high school, torn and covered in cartoon fish. She touched them, felt jealous of them, jealous of how close they got to be to him all day long, even while he was at work. She gulped. Gradually, she realized that Anthony was studying her with concern, his eyes shining, his eyebrows furrowed. “Are you all right?” he asked. He was so luminous she felt he might burn her.
