Chapter Thirty-Nine

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

Colette was not that type of girl to dress up under her clothes with fancy or revealing underwear. All of it was full-coverage, covering her butt. Some of it was more practical, stuff she wore to classes, simple, utilitarian undergarments. She did have some more sexy stuff, a few lace bras and panties, some sexy nighties and camisoles, stuff like that. But, looking at all of this laid out like this, I suppose I could see the argument she was making. I suppose one could say this stuff was a bit on the plain side, but I was never one to complain.

 "Now, here is a real woman's underwear."

Lisa changed the slide, and my eyes widened. The same shot she had taken of my girlfriend's underwear strewn across my bed was replicated, no doubt on her own bed. And while my bed was a classy soft beige color, this bed was black satin and an expensive looking red sheet. The contrast was striking. It was clear my bed was designed