Chapter 27
- Lana
- Heat creeps up the back of my neck while my fingers move through the open drawer. Too many options. Boxers stacked on one side. Boxer briefs folded tight. And, somehow, a few bikini briefs tucked between them like a bad joke. Typical Italian man. Control everything. Even his underwear drawer looks planned.
- “Are you doing inventory,” Dominic says, “or are you going to pick something?”