Cameron hesitated, the lacy panties still in his grasp. He knew he should just get rid of them, return them quietly and forget this ever happened. But that nagging curiosity wouldn’t leave him alone.
His heart pounded as he glanced toward the door, then back at the soft fabric in his hands. Just for a second, he told himself. Just to see what it felt like.
Slowly, almost mechanically, he removed his jeans and boxers, standing in his room in nothing but his t-shirt. He swallowed hard, his fingers brushing over the delicate material one more time before he carefully stepped into them. As he pulled them up, he felt the smooth, snug fit against his skin, the lace lightly brushing his thighs. It was… different. Strange, but not in a bad way.
He took a few steps, feeling the way they hugged his body, the contrast to what he usually wore. The waistband sat comfortably on his hips, the fabric feather-light against his skin. His breath hitched as he caught his reflection in the full-length mirror across the room. The sight was surreal—him, wearing something so obviously not meant for him. And yet, there was something about it that sent a shiver through him.
His hands ran absentmindedly over the lace, tracing the patterns. The sensation was so unlike anything he had ever worn before. He couldn’t tell if the nervousness in his stomach was embarrassment or something else entirely.
A knock at the door nearly made him jump out of his skin.
"Cam? You in there?" came Anna’s voice.
Panic shot through him like a bolt of lightning. He needed to get changed. Now.
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