*Rose*
“So… Eli tells me you’re bored,” Tristan says as he walks into my room the next day to take over his shift. He is carrying a large black bag, one I’ve seen before, the one he carries his toys in.
I can’t help but grin at him. “Well, I have been locked up in my room for a while now.”
“Yes, locked up in your room and also held hostage by old lady underwear,” he jokes as if Eli has told him everything.
A laugh bursts through my lips. “That’s true,” I admit. “I don’t even know why those were in my drawer.”
“I don’t know. Maybe an old woman used to sleep in this room.” It is a possibility, I suppose. I hope that the old woman who used to own those pantyhose didn’t actually wear them.
She’d better hope she never has to wear them again.
“Well, I have plenty of toys to keep us busy,”
