The last thing I needed tonight? Underwear.
Yeah. Actual underwear.
Because there's no way I'm staying at Ian's place without it. Absolutely not.
My luck, I'd end up flashing him in my sleep or something.
How the hell do I buy underwear with him trailing behind me like a lost golden retriever?
I side eyed him pushing the basket.
Ugh, he's literally everywhere.
Think, June. Think.
"Ian," I said sweetly, tilting my head.
He raised an eyebrow, already suspicious.
"I, um, need to use the restroom real quick. Be right back."
Before he could even open his mouth, I bolted.
Okay. Mission Secret Panty Grab is officially in progress.
I darted down random aisles, glancing left and right like I was plotting a heist, until…jackpot.
I spotted it: glowing like a holy light in the distance.
The lingerie aisle.
My safe haven. My embarrassing little secret corner.
I made my way over, pretending to casually browse while internally screaming. Everything was just… so much lace.
