She wished she was still dressed in the short skirt and fitted, sleeveless top she had been wearing, instead of her worn jeans and faded underwear. She quickly pulled down her panties, hoping he wouldn’t notice them. She should have known better. Alex snatched them out of her hand, dangling them off one finger. “What are these?” he asked. Tara tried to grab them. “Give them back.” He wrinkled his nose as he stared at her panties as though they offended him. “Why would you want these back?” he said. “Because I’m not walking around commando.” “Better commando than wearing these. They’re so worn I could almost poke a hole in them with my finger.” “Give. Them. Back.” “No.” He walked over to the trash can and threw them in, grabbing her as she tried to retrieve them.
