Never had she felt so attractive. So alluring. So sexy. The unfamiliar crispness of new lace hugging the crease where her legs met her body only intensified the feeling. As it turned out, all that time and money spent on new underwear had been unnecessary. Everything had happened so fast that Sunday at the coast . . . all the drama and emotion of the near-tragedy channeled into a magical act of passion. A week and a half later, she still hadn’t floated back to earth. By the set of his chin and the pride with which he carried himself, neither had Esteban. Arm linked through his, she tugged her god of agriculture closer to her side. Those condoms would still come in handy, though—if they could ever find a little privacy. It was hard to be alone when you both lived with your parents, unless you wanted to go the super-obvious route and rent a hotel room or something. They’d figure something out. As soon as her caseload calmed down, she was planning on going shopping again, building a whole new underwear wardrobe, in all the colors of the rainbow.
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