Ethan's POV
A moment later, my phone buzzed with a new message from Hannah.
I tapped it open, and there she was, posing in front of her mirror in that dark blue lace set she'd mentioned. The bra pushed her t**s up, creating a line of cleavage that would make a saint weep. The panties were barely there, just a scrap of lace that hugged her hips and dipped low in the front, hinting at the promised land beneath.
The garter belt cinched her waist, emphasizing her curves and the stockings... f**k me, those stockings. They were sheer, with a dark seam running up the back, disappearing under the lace of her panties.
"Jesus Christ," I muttered, adjusting my suddenly too-tight jeans. "Hannah, you're f*****g killing me."
Hannah: Like what you see?
Me: You're a goddamn tease, that's what you ar
