I returned to my room. Hannah is exactly where she was, sat on my bed but instead of perusing the Muse album cover, she’s holding the empty square of card that housed the gift she’d given me. I sort of stopped when I noticed. “Are you wearing them?” she asked. I meekly nodded. “And?” she asked.
“Er… they’re nice.” I said as I sheepishly sat on my bed.
“Can I see?” she asked. I glared. “Oh go on, just the top.” she said.
“No… I don’t ask to see your underwear.”
“But you didn’t buy mine for me.” she stated. “Go on, just the top… it’s not like I’m asking you to get your tits out.”
“OK.” I sighed, before pulling off my AC/DC tee to reveal the delicate satin and lace bralette. Hannah said she wished she had something so nice. “Haven’t you?” I asked.
“Not really… I’ve got bras and camisoles, teddies.” she said. “But this is a lot nicer… I should have bought myself one.” she added. A smile swept her face and she said we could match if she had. I felt myself blush and asked if I could put my top back on. “Course.” she said. “Your boy’s undies must seem really boring now you’ve got plenty of girl’s ones.”
“Mum told you then?”
“Well I asked… I knew you’d be getting more than a couple of pairs of tights.” she informed me.
Fair enough, I figured. She asked me if I’d seen any clothes I like whilst browsing the city and I said I wasn’t sure. “There was loads I didn’t like.” I said, describing flowery dresses, frilly tops and those velvet frocks in Debenham’s. “They had some cool dungarees in Affleck’s” I said, describing the pattern.
