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He rolled his eyes, not catching the look on my face. “Remember, we had that whole argument about how chai wasn’t really coffee. And then you told me that’s because it wasn’t coffee, it was tea. And then I argued that you don’t go to a coffee house and order tea. It’s just not right. And then?—”
“Alright!” I snapped. “I think we all get the point.”
Raven chuckled beside me. “You’re a little touchy about people knowing you like chai lattes.”
“I’m not touchy about it. It’s a secret for a reason.”
“And why’s that? You don’t want people to know you like your tea sweet?”
“No.” I said the first thing that came to mind. “I drink it because it’s more masculine.”
She pulled her lips between her teeth, trying not to laugh at me. “Okay, I can go with that.”
“It is. If you think about it, only a true man would drink something like this. It’s like a man who’s confident enough to wear women’s underwear.”
“And are you confident enough to try on a pair of my panties?”
I walked right into that one. “I’m not wearing a pair of your used underwear.”
“I have clean ones in my bag. Fox, would you?”
“Uh…no, that’s not happening.”
“Why not?” she huffed out a laugh. “They’re just underwear.”
“Yeah, but…it’s your bag. You should really do it.”
“Oh my god, this is ridiculous! It’s material just like what you’re wearing.”
“Oh, it’s not the underwear,” he clarified. “I just can’t go in your bag.”
She stared at him for a moment while I silently agreed. “Because I might have cooties?”
His eyes widened as if he was seriously considering this. “No, but…you don’t, right?”
“Just reach inside and grab them.”
“No.” He took a step back, shaking his head.
“Why are you being such a weenie about this?”
“A weenie? Is that really an insult?” he asked, trying to deflect.
“Yes, you’re a big weenie. Get me the bag.”
He bent over, barely touching the strap as he tossed it on the bed. She rolled her eyes at him, reaching inside for the panties. She held up her hand in triumph, gripping the underwear. “See? I totally survived.”
“Yeah, but it’s your purse. Of course, you survived.”
“And you would have too.”
I scoffed at that. I couldn’t let her go on thinking this was okay. No man should ever have to stick his hand in a woman’s bag.
“You agree with him?” she said, her head swiveling to look at me.
“Completely.”
“It’s just a bag.”
