Hallie Morgan stared at the underwear.
Wasn't it the one that came free with the purchase of pajamas…
Her face blushed a bright red, feeling so hot that it seemed like flames would burst out her ears. She glared at the man whose face bore an impish grin. She wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground.
"This isn't the case!" Hallie quickly reached out to grab it.
Dylan Collins skillfully spun away, avoiding her grasp. He watched as Hallie's face turned as red as a ripe persimmon, as she angrily attempted to snatch the bag from him. He couldn't help but think how amusing he found her embarrassment.
"What are you doing? You're taking back what you've given me?" He tauntingly raised his hand.
"I didn't buy this for you."
"Why not? Looks like the size is just right. You really took your time sizing me up, didn't you?"
"I did not, if I had my eyes would've been pricked with needles!"
"Oh really? Then how did you know my size?"
"I…"
