She swallowed hard and bent her waist to pick up the panties from the bed, her expression was unreadable.
Did he really have to get this for me?
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she softly laughed, the sound barely leaving her throat. She held the panties up against her hips and turned toward the mirror, staring at her reflection. The silver-haired woman staring back at her looked shy, almost embarrassed.
"Hmm, it fits" she murmured, tilting her head to the side.
Her fingers brushed along the fabric. It was light and soft, and her lips parted slightly as she wondered how he had even guessed her size. The thought alone made her want to turn back time and stop herself from ever walking into this room. She shook her head, dropped the panties back on the bed, and turned again to the mirror.
With slow movements, she began to undress, her fingers brushing against her bare skin as she removed her clothes. When she was finally done, she walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
