I realize that all the things I bought online will of course not be arriving today in time for my date with Kellen in eight hours. I groan, realizing I’m going to have to go shopping again. I know I just told him we have to take things slowly and there’s no earthly reason to suspect he might be anywhere near my underwear, but the thought of going on a date in my current sagging stash of lingerie makes me shudder.
Somewhere in the past decade, I slipped into my mother’s worst nightmare: I have nothing but gray, threadbare bras and panties with withered seams. “Jake,” I shout down the hall. “Do you need anything at the mall, babe? I need to buy some things.”
“Ugh, I hate shopping,” he groans. “I’m supposed to be online today with Mitchell.”
“I didn’t say you had to come along. I asked
