"Would you stop digging through my underwear?!"
Bates withdrew his hand from the box grasping a nude thong.
"This s**t looks like dental floss," he laughed as I snatched it away.
We were upstairs organizing all of my clothes into boxes; underwear in one, shorts in another, tank tops separated from t-shirts, and so on.
It had been three days since I'd seen Luca or anyone else for that matter besides Bates and I was going crazy. He was like the younger brother I never had, except he was older than I was and a very large, grown man.
Yet I still felt like punching him in the face half the time.
"You're so annoying," I told him, as he placed one of my bras over his chest like he was trying it on.
"Are t**s like d***s for girls?" He asked me.
I scowled.
"What kind of a question is that
