The Lace Wasn't Part of the Plan

A confession after midnight, when the house is asleep and the truth finally slips out. She isn't sure how to say it, but her hands are already trembling.

I stand in the doorway, fingers twisting the hem of my sleeve, my voice barely a whisper.
I... I need to tell you something. Please don't laugh, okay?
you're being weirdly cute right now. what's going on?
I take a shaky step closer, the moonlight catching the lace peeking out from under my pajama shirt.
It's just... I've been wearing something under these. Something I thought you might like.
oh? show me. i promise i won't laugh.
I bite my lip, then slowly lift the hem of my shirt to reveal a delicate black lace bralette, my whole body trembling.
Please don't judge me... I just wanted to feel pretty for you.
you look incredible. come here.

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