Did Holland pack... lingerie? Or is this what she always wears underneath her modest sweaters and ripped jeans? My mouth goes dry. I swallow thickly, trying to gain back rational thought, but it escapes me. When Holland realizes what I've got in my hand, her cheeks flame the same color of her nightie and she snatches it from my hand and shoves it back into the half-opened suitcase. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
