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Wrapping the towel around me, I stepped out of the bathroom. I spotted Edward bending over and picking up something black.
“Does this belong to you?” He asked, pulling the fabric.
I flushed when I recognized the lace panties as mine. Why was it on the floor? I was pretty sure I placed it on the bed.
“Yes.” As I approached him to collect it, Edward smiled slyly, in a way that hints all kinds of hidden depth. “Thank you,” I said, tucking it behind me.
“I will be outside while you change.”
As soon as he stepped out, I groaned unable to stop replaying the scene in my head. That was so mortifying. How did it fall? I was sure I left it on the bed.
After drying my wet hair, I changed into a night dress and stepped out into the living room. Edward nursed a rosé while he focused on his phone.
“I am done.”
“Oh?” He glanced at me and nodded. “Oh.”
“The day has been really quiet. How long
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