Chapter Twenty-Nine
I was reading into the situation. That had to be it. Folding the letter, I walked over to the nightstand beside the bed. Opening the drawer and tucking the letter away. Moving back over to the bag, I pulled out the black lace thong. It was a small lace triangle with knotted strings that would hold it in place.
Undoing the towel from above my breasts, I let it fall to the floor. The plush towel pooled at my feet. I slid on the panties, looking over at the mirror on the wall. I twisted around, looking at the way the panties fit me. The lace fabric barely covered my neatly trimmed public hair. The knotted string rubbed against parts of me that made me wonder what it would feel like for him to touch me there again.
Would Leo like the way that I looked in these? Surely
