“Oh my god,” I groan. “It’s not lingerie.” “Then what is it?” He’s so lost, and it’s so cute, that I can’t stop smiling. “They’re chub rub shorts,” I try to explain. Axel’s expression turns stony. “Don’t say that about yourself.” He’s so mad on my behalf it makes my heart squeeze. “It’s just what they’re called. They keep my thighs from chafing. Which I know isn’t a sexy topic, but it’s reality. And they, well, they smooth everything else out.”
