Chapter 45

• “Umm.” I clear my throat, shifting from one foot to the other, and try to stop gawping at what she’s holding. It doesn’t look like there’s enough of any of what she’s holding to cover even a tiny part of me. There is no belief that it’s a complete set of lingerie or that she buys the right size to cover her assets.
• “Let me guess. You’re a tidy-whites and sports bra kinda girl? Do you even own a push-up bra or a thong?” I catch the jest in her tone as she mocks me and rolls her eyes as I shake my head, eyes wide and utterly shell-shocked that we are even discussing my underwear habits. I mean, we only just met, and apart from the fact I thought all Santos hated my kind, here she is trying to gift me her underwear.
• “Ay, Dios mio!” she mutters to herself, with a hint of disappointment. “Colton seems more like a black lace kind. The boy has hidden kinks for sure. So, we’ll go with that. It has a little push to give your sisters some lift.” She wiggles her breast with one hand to demonstrate and tosses the black scrap towards the four-poster bed.