The dresser’s door is left open, probably from her packing to go visit her mother out of state, and it gives me exactly what I need. Different pajama sets, with matching tops and bottoms.
I couldn’t even find matching socks, let alone care enough to match my pajamas, but I thought looking put together would only help my case, so I grabbed from the drawer based off color. And the shiny emerald green fabric in the back is speaking to me.
The set is satin and lace, a tank top and shorts that, once I manage to strip my dress off, hug my body nearly as tight as the dress. The silk against my slit feels amazing after all the teasing and tension with Liam. I sigh and rub my thighs together, enjoying the jolt I get in return.
I pull the top on next, and it fits well enough. It’s a bit loose aro
