All About Love
"Just a suggestion, but if you plan to come out here in the moonlight again you might want to wear something a little less, uh, flimsy than that T-shirt."
Peyton looked down and felt herself blush to the roots of her hair. She hadn't expected to share living quarters, so she hadn't given a lot of thought to her wardrobe. She was wearing her oldest sleep shirt. When she looked down, she realized how thin it was, how worn after all these years. Her nipples poked at the fabric and stood out like giant gumdrops, and her purple bikini panties might as well not have been covered at all.
"I, ah, I'm - "
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