Relief flooded through him when he retrieved a lacy piece of pink material from one of the dark corners in his underwear drawer. For a moment there, he had thought Julia knew.
“What do you think of these panties?”
Marshall looked up and froze. Across from him, on the other side of their bed, stood his wife Julia, holding up a piece of pink lace. He instantly recognized it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t…