Chapter 165

(Dean POV)

The next morning, I made a point of being in the room when she got out of the shower. I watched as, still wrapped in a towel, she searched through her panty drawer, looking for something to wear.

"I thought that I just did laundry," she mumbled, finally pulling something out.

"What was that?" I asked, not having heard her clearly.

"Oh, nothing," she replied, finally taking off her towel.

I got a nice view of her breasts, which even after kids, were still nice and full, though they had more sway now than when we got married. I watched as she pulled up the dark blue lace panties and smiled at the way they contrasted her pale skin.

"Looking good, love," I said, clearly happy with what I was seeing.

"Thanks. I just don't have any regular underwear clean," she said almost with a grimace.

I debated just calling it off and telling her what I did but decided against it. I wanted to see how this would go. We went about our day, b