Willison POV

Willison stepped into the laundry with his washing basket and froze. There was one of those white indoor drying racks set up in the laundry's corner—which was fine, completely fine, except…

Willison swallowed.

He dropped his laundry basket, barely missing his toe, not that he noticed.

Delicate pink lace, sapphire blue, emerald green, deep purple, black, and fuck him sideways, red. Ruby red lace. Soft, sheer, ruby red lace. He was mesmerized by the sight. He knew he shouldn’t be staring at the underwear hanging innocently on the washing line, but he couldn’t help it because it wasn’t the lace that caught his attention—although it was sexy as...