My eyes trail down to my fist, the soft fabric poking out from between my fingers. She groans as my fingers unfurl. And slowly but surely, I figure out why she’s acting so horrified over me being a gentleman and picking up her . . . Panties. I stare at the scrap of black fabric in my hand, and it’s like everything around us goes blurry. My eyes shoot to hers, all wide and green. So many shades. A mosaic. I’m not known for smiling, but the corners of my mouth twitch. “You, uh, dropped your panties, ma’am.” A strangled giggle bursts from her as her gaze darts to my hand and back to my face.
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