His eyes Were caught on the Soft, delicate lavender.
Panties.
Aurora bent forward to retrieve the crumpled food bag she'd knocked over while in her banter.
Her skirt was still bent over, revealing the perfect curves of her ass.
Mikey's breath hitched.
Time stilled.
The fabric of her underwear hugged the shape of her perfectly—smooth, toned curves framed by the natural sway of her hips.
The delicate color of the cotton contrasted deliciously with the sun-kissed tone of her thighs. There was something impossibly soft about her. Feminine in a way that struck him deeper than he expected.
His gaze lingered, helpless.
Her ass was... beautiful. Not just sexy—though it absolutely was—but crafted, as if the universe had spent a little more time there. A perfect curve, heart-shaped, hypnotic.
How had he never noticed?
