JUNE
With my brows raised, I crawled towards my panties, too stunned to make a sound. Brows knitted, I picked it up and turned the red material in my hand, only for a frown to mar my face when I saw a creamy smear on it. I slowly brought it to my nose and took a whiff before rubbing my thumb on it.
I knew what it was from the first glance, but I was too stunned to give a name to it. In a daze, I sat on my bed, still clutching the underwear.
Though there is still a feminine smell to it—which is mine—I can't deny that strong masculine scent mingled with it.
Could it be…
A smile curved the side of my mouth when I slowly began to understand what happened. It could only mean one thing: Kristin was undoubtedly m**********g with my panties!
Maybe not often, but he was definitely doing it
