(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,"
