THERESA
I didn’t protest as Gigi rummaged through the sparse contents of my closet and my still-unpacked suitcase. She sifted through my collection of t-shirts, sweatshirts, sweatpants, gym shorts, and an admittedly excessive number of turtlenecks. The truth was, I didn’t really do sexy.
“Ooh la la!” Gigi held up a lacy bralette, twirling it around like a prize. Okay, so maybe I did do sexy in one area. I kind of liked the idea of someone being surprised to uncover my underthings after expecting something totally different based on the comfy, casual clothes I regularly wore.
I knew I was probably supposed to react to Gigi handling my intimates, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Hey, at least someone other than me was seeing them.
She laid various options out on my bed, pausing to st
