[The text came in while he was lying in bed, in that sleepy not quite sleeping state, but close to it. He fumbled for the button on his bracelet, hitting it and blinking at the picture.
Then he sat up. Was she... did she actually... She was wearing it. And she'd made boxers that were actually way too sexy to be called boxers with... yes. Yes. Those were his initials on them. Yes. Oh my god, yes.
He blinked and rubbed at his eyes, about to text her back when he got the second picture. Black boxers that matched hers. Yes, they matched. With her initials. Sort of. Red was her, okay? That worked. Oh my god, they had matching underwear.
He loved it. And he grinned wider when he got her message, looking kind of like a moron with this smile splitting his face as he texted her back.]
You're going to have to make me more of those so if I ever get in an accident and someone checks my underwear, they know who I belong to.
[Text - Private]
Then he sat up. Was she... did she actually... She was wearing it. And she'd made boxers that were actually way too sexy to be called boxers with... yes. Yes. Those were his initials on them. Yes. Oh my god, yes.
He blinked and rubbed at his eyes, about to text her back when he got the second picture. Black boxers that matched hers. Yes, they matched. With her initials. Sort of. Red was her, okay? That worked. Oh my god, they had matching underwear.
He loved it. And he grinned wider when he got her message, looking kind of like a moron with this smile splitting his face as he texted her back.]
You're going to have to make me more of those so if I ever get in an accident and someone checks my underwear, they know who I belong to.
Saving that first picture, btw.