Andrew did an incredible job getting his contacts in. He'd had a hard time the last couple of times, including the wedding day, but now? He didn't have time.
He had a feast he needed to enjoy, and contacts were just a way to make sure that he could do that.
Andrew moved from the bathroom with lightning speed, turning the corner and stopping dead in his tracks. Maxwell hadn't moved an inch. He was still standing near the door, his ears and cheeks pink. In fact, his shoulders were now pink as well and he looked…
He looked positively sinful.
Andrew was right. The lace was an outfit. He had thought maybe just some underwear, but he had been wrong, and it wasn't just lace. There was ribbon too.
