He gave me a frustrating look. It was kind of amusing to see himself in distress. He wasn’t totally in distress, but something close to that. I leaned my body on the counter with the paper bag I brought from that lingerie store, waiting for him to finish looking for it. But by the looks of it, that’s not happening.
I felt water droplets drop from my chin to my neck. I was sweating in this thick sweater. I felt suffocating in it too. I guess this sweater was only good for a while. Without hesitation, I took it off to get some air. I was wearing a tank op under this so it wouldn’t be a problem.
It was a struggle to get it off since it was thick but I got it off me eventually. As the thick sweater that hugged me like I was left overs in a microwave got off of me, I set it aside beside me on
