#Chapter43
Throughout my teenage years, I've had about a total of 5 bras only. It's hard looking for a good bra that fits just about right. My bras are kind of old and worn out.
So here I am, currently in the bra section of Target, flipping through the rack to find a good bra. I like simple plain ones.
Out of the blue, a hand holds up a black lace bra to my face. I look up to the hand's owner and my eyes widen in shock to see that it's none other than Corbin Foxx with a devilish grin.
I step back a few feet in embarrassment and nervousness that he's with me in the bra section.
/"What are you doing here?/" I ask, my face rushing with warmth out of nervousness.
/"It's a public place. Anyone can be here,/" he responds casually.
He hands me the bra but quickly change his mind and takes it back, /"Actually, you don't need to wear it. It saves time from unhooking it./"
