“How about, this dress is too tight for panties.” His eyes snap to me, popping wide as he grinds his teeth, his breaths sawing in and out. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He grips my hip, fingers digging into the thin fabric. He’s probably feeling for the outline of my underwear that isn’t there. “You’re not lying.” “Why would I lie?” “I’m not writing that. You’ll be eye-fucked all evening, and I’ll definitely kill someone. Many someones. All two hundred of them. Pick a different truth and put on a pair of fucking panties.” “I can’t... it’s too tight.”
