Siara
“Phillip, No! I refuse to go in there with you! The dress store was bad enough, this will be horrible!” I grumble, desperately trying to pull my hand from Phillip’s strong grip as he pulls me into the lingerie shop.
He keeps moving right along, not bothered in the least that I’m fighting him, literally digging my heels in to pull him back. “Trust me, this is for your own good. What kind of best friend would I be if I let you go into your mating wearing one of your tragic granny panties and sports bras?” he asks, shaking his head in disappointment.
A bit offended I stop my struggling, and the sudden action has Phillip releasing his hold on my hand allowing me to place it on my hip while glaring daggers at him, “For your information, I do not wear granny panties, they are boy cut un
