He pecked my lips again and then stood up. “If we have packers here, why are you sitting there packing your stuff?” “Oh, right. Why don’t you just go grab one of the guys and tell them to come box up my underwear?” He let out a horrified gasp. “No way any man is touching my woman’s Hanes Her Ways.” I barked a laugh. “Hey! I have some sexy stuff too.” “Yeah, but you know what those white cotton granny panties do for me.” He bit his bottom lip and waggled his eyebrows.
